Friday, August 17, 2007
A literary baby shower
Wow, it's been a whole week since I've posted!
I threw my back out last Sunday -- nothing too serious, just couldn't sit long enough to post -- but am back among the vertically-healthy today. This is a good thing as I am hosting a literary baby-shower tomorrow night and walking around like Quasimodo might have put a damper on things.
I love the idea of a literary baby shower because we have to bring -- and get to reminise about -- our favourite child's book. (That and the fact that I refuse to play those insipid games so many shower-goers insist upon. The last thing I need is to have some strange woman lunge at my chest to snatch a clothespin from the front of my shirt. Give me food, wine and good conversation and I'm happy.)
The shower has been a great excuse for a trip down memory lane with my son. Good thing my back was sore and we couldn't wander the aisles at Chapters for too long. As it was, I couldn't settle on a single book, but managed to limit myself to four -- Pat the Bunny, my kids' first book and all about texture; The Paperbag Princess, Where the Wild Things Are; and Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day. My son is giving My Father's Dragon. This was one of my favourite books in grade two and became his favourite when he was in that grade, so I'm thrilled he chose that one. But what about Treasure Island? I loved that book and wanted to be a pirate. Or Green Eggs and Ham? My kids and I had so much fun with that one.
Aside from the shower I am also looking forward to receiving Ami McKay's answers to our interview questions. Ami had planned to get them to me last week, but put her back out (something in the air?) and is teaching a writing program at Ross Creek this week. Hopefully, she'll have some time in the coming days.
How has your week been?
Colleen
I threw my back out last Sunday -- nothing too serious, just couldn't sit long enough to post -- but am back among the vertically-healthy today. This is a good thing as I am hosting a literary baby-shower tomorrow night and walking around like Quasimodo might have put a damper on things.
I love the idea of a literary baby shower because we have to bring -- and get to reminise about -- our favourite child's book. (That and the fact that I refuse to play those insipid games so many shower-goers insist upon. The last thing I need is to have some strange woman lunge at my chest to snatch a clothespin from the front of my shirt. Give me food, wine and good conversation and I'm happy.)
The shower has been a great excuse for a trip down memory lane with my son. Good thing my back was sore and we couldn't wander the aisles at Chapters for too long. As it was, I couldn't settle on a single book, but managed to limit myself to four -- Pat the Bunny, my kids' first book and all about texture; The Paperbag Princess, Where the Wild Things Are; and Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day. My son is giving My Father's Dragon. This was one of my favourite books in grade two and became his favourite when he was in that grade, so I'm thrilled he chose that one. But what about Treasure Island? I loved that book and wanted to be a pirate. Or Green Eggs and Ham? My kids and I had so much fun with that one.
Aside from the shower I am also looking forward to receiving Ami McKay's answers to our interview questions. Ami had planned to get them to me last week, but put her back out (something in the air?) and is teaching a writing program at Ross Creek this week. Hopefully, she'll have some time in the coming days.
How has your week been?
Colleen
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4 comments:
Hope u r feeling better. Bad backs are so debilitating.
Ditto. I've missed you.
The last thing I need is to have some strange woman lunge at my chest to snatch a clothespin from the front of my shirt.
That's the FIRST thing I need. The list that follows is long, long, long.
Hello to you both!
I am much better and have missed our blog community this week.
SP: Maybe you could start another list... the things I'd like women to lunge at!
That list would consist of only one item, and it would be long, long, long.
Oh, I'm bad! Bad, bad, bad!!!
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