The Other 1/4

Thanks to a Google maps mishap, I got lost on my way to the Syracuse University Bookstore Book Fair. When I finally found the fair location, I parked my car quickly, grabbed my bag, and ran toward a giant ice cream cone that I assumed was fair-related (thankfully, it was). I did not take any note of where I parked my car.
So when The Accountant & The Other 1/4 stopped by at the end of the event to meet up so we could grab dinner, I came to the realization that I hadn’t the foggiest where in downtown Syracuse I’d parked my car.
“I think it’s on Harrison,” The Other 1/4 said, with great authority, when we climbed in her car so she could drive me around to mine.
“It doesn’t sound familiar,” I said. I hadn’t told her anything that would give any clues to the location of the car. “I ran toward a giant ice cream cone, that’s all I know. I don’t remember seeing a sign for Harrison.”
“Let’s just try Harrison,” she insisted.
***
Back at Ithaca, I’d go to dinner with my ladies almost every night. Even though neither of us were particularly argumentative in general, The Other 1/4 and I would get into stupid debates and unending arguments at almost every single dinner. Finally, one evening, The Professor, in all her calm, amazing glory said, “Why don’t you two realize you’re both arguing the same exact point?”
And it was true. We were totally arguing on the same side of of almost everything, we just weren’t listening to the other person enough to realize it. After The Professor’s grand statement, things changed completely.
1/4 and I look enough alike that we get mistaken for each other. We can finish each other’s sentences, and explain things to each other using the weirdest examples known to man (akin to “You know how when you’re on an elevator and you have that feeling like the first day of school in the fall wearing a sweater and it completely reminds you of that time we went to Sylvan Beach and…”), and I can’t hide a damn emotion from that woman. If I’m trying to keep something a secret, she knows. If I’m upset and don’t want to trouble anyone with it, she knows. All she needs to hear is me saying, “Hey Lady,” when I pick up the phone and she instantly knows everything. I love her fiercely.
Once, when we did one of the freaky saying the same thing at the same time thing, The Other 1/4 was going to say it was because we shared a brain. Instead, she said “It’s because we share 1/2 a brain.” Hence, she is my other 1/4, and we may be short a lobe or something, but at least we have each other.
***
On the way to Harrison St. we passed several other parking lots and I made The Other 1/4 turn down a couple of side streets that looked slightly familiar. But, the second we turned down Harrison, there was the lot with my car.
“How did you know it was on Harrison?” I asked.
“I just did,” she said. “I must have been using the whole half when you were parking.”
Also, we can both balance 4 spoons on our faces at the same time. Not the same 4 spoons, of course. That would be weird.

Book Fairs and German Shepherds and Bigfoot, oh my!

Well, I didn’t mean to vlog and disappear like that!

I’ve spent the past week playing catch up on all the things that didn’t get done while I was away. I’m starting to think that I need to find a way to be comfortable in the realm of not caught up, because I am always falling short of grabbing the “all caught up” brass ring. Is that just a normal state of life, or do you find that you have actual leisure time where everything that needs to be done is just done and you can sit around reading, or watching tv, or go play mini-golf without everything else hanging over your head? Or do you have to push all the to dos aside from time to time to carve out a little space for some down time?

Last weekend, I had a blast at the Syracuse University Bookstore Book Fair at the Downtown Arts & Crafts Festival.

The booksellers were lovely and so much fun to talk with, and I got to sit next to Shane Durgee, who wrote a novel about a Bigfoot hunter.
Since you all know how I feel about Bigfoot, you can probably safely assume how I felt about getting to talk about Bigfoot with Shane (if you can’t, elated would be a good word to start with). Shane was awesome company and he drew a picture of Bigfoot in my copy of NORTH AMERICAN PRIMATES. And, I started reading it and am completely blown away. More on Shane & his book in future posts. Promise!

The Bigfoot novel alone would have made for an awesome day, but there were dogs, too! German Shepherd Rescue of Central New York is an absolutely wonderful group of people who are caring for some absolutely adorable dogs.

I fell in love with Sasha, an 18 month old GSD. She was so sweet, calm, and happy in the midst of the huge crowd of people at the fair. She even fell asleep right in the middle of it all toward the end of the day.
I wanted to sneak her home in my bag, but:
  1. She wouldn’t have fit
  2. I think Stella (and J) would have been REALLY upset if I came home with another dog (Argo would have loved her)
  3. I don’t think that’s how GSRCNY’s adoption process works
If you live in Central NY and are thinking about adding a German Shepherd to your family, please check out GSRCNY. I’d love to hear happy stories about Sasha in her new forever home.
Then, to top off an already fantastic day, The Other 1/4 and The Accountant came to see me at the book fair. I wish I had the right words to fully explain the all-is-right-with-the-world kind of feeling I get when I get to spend time with my Ladies. I wish I could bottle it. I never stop feeling lucky for having the kind of friends who are the most excellent family.
I have a great Other 1/4 story to tell you, which also reminds me that I should explain why she’s The Other 1/4 to begin with. This week. I promise. :)
So, in closing, I want to know if you ever feel “done” with your to dos, I owe you a post about Shane’s book and one about The Other 1/4, and Sasha is awesome and adoptable.
Thank you, and goodnight. :)

My Whirlwind Week

Last Tuesday, I turned in my copyedits. On Wednesday, I got on a plane and flew to NY. So, you know, it wasn’t hectic or anything. :)

I got in Wednesday evening, made my way from JFK to Hell’s Kitchen and had dinner with Neil. Sadly, no fingers were put in noses, but we did have really good Thai food.

On Thursday, I met Wendy for coffee, which was delightful. It is always nice to have a chance to talk shop with other writers, and Wendy is so kind and absolutely hysterical!

Then I went to Dutton (Oh! The books! Everywhere!), got to meet a whole bunch of wonderful people, and had lunch with my amazing editor and publicist. After my meeting, I did a little shopping, and met Neil for dinner again.

On Friday morning, Lady flew in from Seattle and we headed uptown together. Lady met up with one of her old friends, and I had a great lunch with my fabulous agent (who is, by the way, the best agent in the whole wide world).

Then I met up with Lady and her friend in SoHo, trekked back uptown to change, and then back downtown to have dinner and drinks with a whole bunch of my friends from high school (seeing some of them for the first time since the mid-to-late 90’s).

On Saturday, I felt like death. I think it’s because some soy sauce snuck it’s way into my pad thai the night before, (soy sauce = wheat and wheat = migraine), although, if you ask Lady or Neil, they might tell you it had something to do with tequila. Don’t listen to them. :)

Saturday afternoon, I recovered and made my way down to midtown to have dinner with all of my ladies (minus The Other 1/4, because she had to stay home with The Little 1/8, who had the sniffles). It was so wonderful to be with them. Old friends are the best kind of history.

On Sunday, I took a train back up to the ROC, and was lucky enough to sit near three really cool people. I’d brought a book, but the four of us ended up talking the entire way, and six and a half hours have never passed so quickly.

Now I’m back home, exhausted, with one heck of a head cold, but still reeling from the fact that I am so lucky to get to work and play with such incredible people. It’s wonderful to be able to sit down with people you’ve only worked with through e-mail and phone calls and feel like you already know them. It’s so great to see old friends and be able to just pick up where you left off, and to meet perfect strangers and have them feel like old friends. People are awesome.