So she and hubby showed up a tad late and came at 9pm. We had a delicious dinner of horseradish burgers and chatted. Jackson actually excused himself at 9:30 saying he was tired and wanted to go to bed. Gamely, they came up to for tuck-in and prayers. And then we all went to bed.
Yesterday was a time of hanging out and drinking chai lattes. The boys (minus gaffer) went skeet shooting and had a lovely time. Kathleen and I got to talk. About so much. It was like cramming in everything you wanted the other person to know. We talked about our families, our friends, our backgrounds, what we do for fun… It was so interesting. She and hubby are definitely NOT boring.
Then we got to dress up and go downtown. We hit the Glebe first for a little tour, then to the firehall. Then to the market, then to dinner at Le Cafe for a taste 5. The food was … alright I guess. Lobster bisque, salad with blueberry jam (?), a mint sorbet (I thought it tasted like soap) and scallops. Which were ok. I now understand what Gordon Ramsay means by undercooked. My martini had 3 flies in it, which sadly, Kathleen accidentally drank before I noticed. Thank goodness they were dead.
And we talked.
And talked.
And talked.
I love this woman. And she gets to come back in September again. So excited.
Discussed: the third book, contracts, royalties, Karen Kingsbury, mojitos, Mexico, Maine, farms, how cold Lake Superior is, recording, babies, editing, agents, fire stories, illustrations, pirates, our corporation, Jackson, food, movies, books, and Mr. Bubbles.
Loved, loved, loved, loved.
6 days to release. Holy Toledo.
Rumour of possibly speaking at the Ottawa Writer’s Festival this fall… but nothing definite. I don’t even know if I’m allowed to say anything. And CBC is looking pretty good. Must shut up now.
Listening to: CBC opera
Doing: gardening under patio umbrella
Eating: Lara bar. Peanut Butter
