Monday, 27 July 2009

What a beach

mainly sunny, warm, temps 26

Lovely day...feels like summer. Though I just ellipticated so I suspect most of the humidity is coming off of me. I'm my own micro-climate.

Had a terrific luncheon with Emilita and Charles, Marjorie, Michael and me. Pat made the most wonderful salads...a bulgar and bean, a broccoli and a spinach, strawberry and toasted almond...followed by the famous pear and blueberry crisp. I'd also put out sliced black forest ham, pheasant and pistachio pate and stinky, runny, yummy cheeses.

Janet did us proud with a superb seasfood chowder. I picked it up in the afternoon and she'd put it in a bucket! A nice white plastic on, but it certainly smacked of the seashore...felt as though instead of clam picking we'd managed to find the entire seafood chowder by the shores.

And the weather even, unexpectedly, cleared...with a nice breeze so it wasn't too hot.

Marjorie wanted to take us out to dinner last night but after Emilita and Charles left we decided to just stay in and have left-overs. Sat on the screen porch, watched the sun set, heard the rumble of distant thunder, and nibbled.

This morning after breakfast Marjorie headed out on the next stop of her tour...Kingston. Then home to Elora.

This week I need to finished the polish on book 6, write the August newsletter, write a new top for the homepage of the website, update the events list now that we're beginning to have a better idea of what's happening on the tour...and write up the interview with Alan Bradley for Mystery News Magazine. And we're meeting with Danny and Lucy from the Knowlton bookstore to discuss the local launch of The Brutal Telling. have changd that to Wednesday since we've accepted a dinner invitation from the people renting our cottage for Wednesday...despite my firm promise to myself to decline all invitations until I get other things under control, including my own private time. To that end, though, I called Martine and Andre this morning and asked if instead of dinner we could just do drinks...then we could come home. She was very gracious in the face of a not very gracious favour I was asking.

Still, it's a wonderful office I have here to do all those things. And I have to say, I'm so excited about the launch of The Brutal Telling I'll do whatever it takes to make sure as many people as possible know about it.

I imagine you have a busy week too...we can all have full lives together! So much more fun than feeling we're the only ones! I love knowing I'm not alone.


Brenda B. said...

Hi Louise,

Elipticated! Great word!

I know what you mean about the crazy weather. A week or so ago we were pulling on fleece; now we're lamenting the fact there are no more clothes to take off (in polite company.)

It's great to hear your enthusiasm for both the launch of The Brutal Telling and the polishing of Book #6.

We look forward to both of them.


Brenda B.

Louise Penny Author said...

Dear Brenda,

Yes - 'feeling the heat' right now myself.

Thanks for your always.

lil Gluckstern said...

I feel as though I am reading one of your books.The foo, the food, Yum, yum. I can't imagine you being alone; you love people too much and they you, so that you actually have to plan private time. What I am enjoying is your humor and your cheerful admission of your less than talented traits. There are some who would never do what you doing in this blog. They employ assistants who write like machines would. Enjoy your weather;we're in the 50's (F) here! Am still cogitating chocolate and blueberries.

Louise Penny Author said...

Dear Lil,

REally, you're cold?? I thought you were having a heat wave? I must be looking at the map upside down.

I'm so glad you're enjoying the blog, and my life - warts and all. What I didn't admit to (honestly because I forgot) is that when we made dinner for Marjorie (who is a superb cook and LOVES and knows food) we somehow managed to put the chicken into the claypot cooker with the gibblets still in, and upside down. Like the anti-chicken. Looked mighty unappetizing, I can tell you.