I was seriously born into the wrong country. If only my mother had gone to Scotland and fallen in love with my Dad there instead of vice versa, I would be a native. Of course, this would require that my husband returned to England and run into me in my, ahem, native Scotland and then we would still have our lovely children...my but rewriting history gets tricky.
Happy Father's Day to my Dad who is in the part of Heaven that looks like Scotland (or maybe that is Heaven - Scotland with a wee touch of Hawaii or Florida thrown in and a dash or two of Cape Cod and Vermont). Happy Father's Day to my darling man, Bill, who has shared all the joys, chaos, heartache, and beauty of parenthood with me - our children are so lucky to have you as their Dad.
After work and quite overcast after a spectacular day where so many people coming in the library remarked about the sun and the glorious air and how we should all get outside. Well, yes. Afterwork when the sun has beat a hasty retreat and the rain is contemplating falling. All the little turtles that sun on the rocks were not to be seen - and then I saw one. In the bushes, down by the lilypads, a spectacular turtle, a glossy orange splash of color on its shell...I climbed as low as I dared and crept up to catch a photo of this amazing creature only to realize it was an orange soda bottle bobbing in the rushes. Chagrined, I marched on only to come across what places a small terror in my heart....
Many of them, walking from me with astonishingly lack of speed as I suggested very nicely they move and thanked them for not flying at me and eating my eyes or whatever geese do to people walking alone without witnesses.
My next sighting was a wild floating box of rooms...
more geese, who hopefully would not awaken as I passed, enraged at being disturbed, fly up and eat my eyes or whatever geese do....
the companion to the first floating box about five minutes down from the first. We are next to a high school so I imagine this was their creative tossing of the project. Wonder what grade they got.
Was about to despair realizing I am an utter fail at nature between the soda turtle and my slight terror of geese in packs, when up from the bank came Mama Duck and three babes. No, I am not afraid of ducks. Or puppies. Or ladybugs and star fish. Although I refuse to call the latter sea stars as it is most annoying when they up and change things like the name of creatures or like declaring Pluto is no longer a planet. The hell it isn't.
She let me stand close, they huddled in the cool air for warmth. She checked me out and decided to eat some grass, hang out, relax.
Not so bad, I decided, if a Mama Duck decides you are a good enough sort to trust around her babies. Thanks, Mama Duck, I feel better. And it didn't rain on me after all.
Well, of course, Captain Underpants had to come to BEA if there is yet another book release in this mind-bogglingly successful series for kids (if you have ever been stuck reading your kid this book or Pilkey's Super Diaper Baby, I feel your pain.)
We were very impressed at the amount of effort this must take to lay these out on the steps. Someone has a good eye and steady hands. Can you imagine if it was crooked? Maybe it was first go round and some poor soul was freaking out at three am.
Rachael Ray is much prettier in person than on her show, not that she isn't pretty on her show but she was rather radiant looking. Glowy or not, I was not willing to stand in the crazy long line for a signed book, but couldn't resist a quick snapshot.
My apologies to the dapper and darling Tim Gunn for a terrible snapshot. Fun to walk by the celebrities but the lines are killer. Just can't do it. Although I did wait on line for a fab McGraw Hill red bag that were very hot. Had to, my little paper bags were overflowing with galleys and catalogs and the like. Priorities. You have to be very brave or very beautiful to pull off a white leotard and wings but this gal was both and gracious to boot.
Ah, Olivia. Do you know Pete the cat? He loves his blue shoes.
We came, we saw, we fought the good fight. We now have a zillion catalogs, bookmarks, posters, and galleys. Now the fun of perusing them begins. Glad to be home since towards the end I was starting to feel a little bit like this sign suggests about the crowds and the fatigue factor of lugging bags of hand outs around.