June 5, 2008

There's no place like home

Although this time, I mean Canada rather than actual home.


Last night's gig was the 10th Anniversary of a Chapters store in Kingston, and I had a really wonderful, wonderful time, despite the rather magnificent cold that I'm sure was obvious to everyone. To begin with, I had the enormous pleasure of staying with my friend (who's really my mums best friend, but all of us are unreasonably attached to her) Yvonne. There is simply no better hostess alive than Yvonne. Period. Her home is a beautiful historic home in Kingston, her dog is the best behaved dog ever to walk four legs, she knew the best tapas place, the bed was cozy, there was (note past tense) Guinness in the fridge...It was an amazing visit, and I'm so delighted that work could intersect with a visit. The bookstore was great. Pam is this Chapters resident knitter - this is Pam,


and these are her socks (from Socks, Socks, Socks. I asked.)


and she was on the job, doing her level best to pull it together, and she did very well. See?


I love these guys. (Hey, Joanne? Canuk in Colorado? See your mum? She's lovely.)


There was Molly and Oriol.


Cheryl and Rory,


and part of a High School knitting club, Knitters Anonymous, Nicole, Chelsea, Rachel and Charise. (Did I spell that right? I can't read my own handwriting. Probably the cold.)


Oh, didn't want to miss this knitter hanging out on the side so her baby could roam. (He was very well behaved.)


Turns out that was Robyn and Sean. Remember him?


(Click here. the crazy thing about doing this job for this long is that I'm starting to see kids grow up.


This is a wide ranging Montréal group, Morga, Jenna, Angela, Robyn and Amy, and they brought me Montréal bagels (the finest bagels in the world) and squeaky cheese! (I'm totally cheesed up, since I found a bag of squeaky cheese from Joan too. I'm typing this on the train, the wonderful Ontario landscape going by, and I'm drinking Tim's coffee and munching on a bagel and some squeaky cheese. It's a good morning, and excellent fortification for what comes next.


It's a race. When my train gets in, I have about an hour to make it from Union Station to my house, (two subways and a bus) whip stuff out of my overnight bag and into my suitcase (pre-packed, I'm not a fool) pick up my suitcase, swallow a staggering amount of decongestants so that my cold doesn't make my head explode on the plane, hit "post" on this entry, and then grab a cab to the airport to leave for TNNA. I don't even know if it's possible. I think I'm going to have to warp the time-space continuum to make it happen, and that's such a pain in the arse. It's going to be a flat out run in spots. Wish me luck.
If I catch this plane, I'm giving a talk on Friday at lunch (I think that you had to sign up for that) and then a signing at the Unicorn booth at 3:45 on Saturday.
Who else is going?

Posted by Stephanie at June 5, 2008 9:06 AM