Patton Drive. Now with 20% more American flags!
Austinites Samantha Pitchel, Georgia Young, and Patrick Robinson made an AWESOME book trailer for The Melting Season. Please watch it and spread the word.
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It’s a different kind of cold here than it is in New York, even though it’s pretty much the same temperature. Fortunately no one walks here – it’s just hop in and out of cars all day long. So I’m cold, but I’m managing.
Tonight I finished my third day in a row of readings. As we drove to the reading I noted that the State of the Union had been switched so that it wouldn’t have to go up against the season premiere of “Lost.” Alas, we did not have the same flexibility. Still, I had fun with my small group, and last night’s healthy showing at the library event more than made up for it. (My second grade teacher came to my reading! As I signed her book she said, “I don’t think I taught you to hold your pencil that way.”) All in all, it has been a nice ride thus far, and I am super optimistic about my Thursday night event.
Other things have been going on that have nothing to do with the book:
I sat behind an annoying woman on the airplane and she called me rude, and then I ended up calling her crazy. (She was. The guy sitting next to me agreed with me and I felt righteous.)
After I arrived, my parents immediately took me to a beef restaurant located in a mini-mall.
I can’t get rid of my cough.
I am reading Kevin Sampsell’s book, A Common Pornography, and am very much enjoying it.
I continue to be allergic to my parents’ “hypo-allergenic” dog. Here is what always happens: within an hour of being home, my eyes swell up all red and thick and glassy, I ask my mother for a Benadryl, and then she’ll say, “It’s so funny, because she’s supposed to be hypo-allergenic.” For five years, it has been the same routine. Is it so funny? I don’t even know if it’s funny at all.
Mom and I ate sushi in a mini-mall, and it wasn’t bad. (There are so many mini-malls here. Restaurants have no choice but to be located in one of them.)
I feel like we are spending too much time in parking lots. All of these parking lots are designed to confuse.
My mother has revealed herself to be incredibly proficient at making omelettes. New skill alert!
The street that I grew up on looks lovely covered in snow.
It is all as quiet as I remember. And the quiet is appreciated.
