Having irritated me last week by assuring me (live, by phone) that the order of my new book, The Girl Who Talked Too Much, wouldn’t be delivered to me until halfway through November, Amazon has now informed me that the shipment will come tomorrow!
I’ve set up a book-signing party at Mitchell’s Coffee House in downtown Lakeland for November 29, so I’ll have plenty of time to prepare. That’s on a Saturday, when there is a fine Farmer’s Market/Flea Market going on, so mark your calendars and plan to get your veggies while looking in on me! If you’ve already got one of the books, bring it by and I’ll transcribe it just for you.
I’ve found that adjusting to such things with acceptance and humor is one of the secrets of having a long life. I mean, after all, they could have announced that they wouldn’t arrive until several weeks later than originally predicted.
Thinking about it, I’m pretty sure that the October 29 delivery date was the likeliest all along, but in the interests of, shall we say, covering their nether regions, they named a date several weeks out. Then they could look efficient when the books came earlier.
At least I’ve already seen one, finally. My son Adriaan had it and American Governess shipped to me, so that I could sign them while he was here last week, which I did. It looks great!.
He and his wife were here for his 40th high school reunion. The last one he attended was the 10th, and as I remember, the 40th is the one at which you’re struck by how much older everybody got, and shocked by the list of those who are no longer with us. And you’re thankful if you’re still going strong.
Come to think of it, if my class were still having reunions, we’d be having the 70th in a couple of years. Yoicks!
Ann Dickinson Sargent 