I did it! This morning following breakfast—I did my three mile workout, inside the trailer, without the two pound weights, and I am feeling fine, and glad that I did it! And, I used my new lavender colored stretchie—and it did not break—thank goodness!
After watching the depressing news about Wall Street crashing, early this morning, I did what I had to do—I turned off the television, and turned on my iPod, and then concentrated on some paperwork, that needed to be taken care of.
The first song that started playing on my iPod was ‘For What It’s Worth,” by the Buffalo Springfield, so I immediately went to the bedroom, put on my old colorful tie-dyed t-shirt, and braided my long salt and pepper colored ponytail—to remember the good times back then, and to help me forget the depressing news of today.
Thirty-eight years ago, life was all about peace and love for me. Everyone was happy, no one had to lock their doors, there were no gangs and the music was the greatest music of all times! I had just graduated from Southwest High School, in 1970 in Ft. Worth, and had moved to Austin and was the proud new owner, thanks to my Mom and Dad, of a used, dark blue, ‘67 VW —which came with an eight track player!
Ronnie had an off white ‘65 VW, with a six volt battery, which meant he could either listen to music or use his headlights. My ‘67 VW came with a twelve volt battery, which meant I could drive in the dark and listen to music at the same time! I was so lucky!
I thought I had it all back then, yet I actually had nothing at all, so to speak! All I had was a used ‘67 VW, named Blue, my treasured 0018 Martin guitar, which I had gotten from my parents on my 18th birthday, and a good-looking boyfriend—that could play anything on a guitar, and a ten dollar duffle bag, purchased from Academy Surplus, which was full of clothes—jeans mainly. It was the best of times for me—life was so simple.
I was five foot two, eyes of blue, had long brown hair, and was beautiful—as all nineteen year old people are! Everyone I knew was happy, and wanted to give peace a chance! Which some people thought was anti-American? I was young and innocent, and loved shooting people the universal two fingered— ‘peace sign!’ My heroes were Abraham, Martin and John—and Bobby—Janis and Jimi. I had no enemies—it was all about love.
My boyfriend, Steve Andrews., my first, real true love, a good-looking, dark haired longhair, who was two years older than me, and an incredibly talented lead guitarist, who had actually once played guitars with Jimi Hendrix at Hendrix’s home! Those were my bragging rights—back then!
When I moved to Austin, Steve and I rented a house, with my brother Ronnie, on St. Johns Street and then later on 45th and Duval Street. At night, the three of us would play our guitars and sing, or play Monopoly. In the morning, Ronnie did construction work, and learned his trade, while Steve and I sold carnations, at different locations in Austin, for twenty-five cents per flower—on street corners! It was a blast and I met some really interesting people! One man, even asked me to get into his Mercedes, and ride off into the sunset with him—I didn’t.
Not to brag, I outsold all of the’Flower People’ in Austin—including Steve, who would play his guitar for extra tips! And, I actually bragged to my parents, about making thirteen to twenty dollars a day—it was a lot of money back then, and all that I needed—and so much fun! Life was so simple back then and I miss it terribly.
I never ever dreamed that there would be a day, when Greed would rule our country—it is so disturbing to me, especially since most of the CEO’s came from my generation. It truly has made me sick. Seriously, how much stuff do we really need?
I am guilty, too, and as of tomorrow, I am going to be getting rid of just about everything I own—except for my life changing Vita-Mix machine. And, I am hoping to get everything that is important to me, to fit into an Academy Surplus duffel bag.
I am very sorry for writing this depressing blog, but I am feeling hopeless about what has happened to us and our country. There’s something happening here, and what it is, is exactly clear—greed!
Monday, October 6, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
A Bit Of A Stretch!
This morning during breakfast, Tony and I discussed my walking program. He did not like me taking off by myself, for an hour, because it made him worry about my safety. In a way, I was relieved to hear this, because it is a little scary to me. I don’t need the surprise snakes, the deer running into me and lizards startling me. Walking is for relieving stress—not causing it!
Tony asked me to walk inside the trailer, using my Leslie Sansone ‘Walk Away the Pounds’ DVDs until we have our first frost out here. He said it would be much safer for me, and less stressful for him. I love my Leslie Sansone's walking tapes, so I agreed to do it.
When Tony went back to his office, I found my Leslie Sansone three mile advanced walk DVD and shoved it into the DVD player. While it was loading, I grabbed my two, two pound hand weights, and the purple stretchie, and placed them on the breakfast bar.
I decided to cheat a little. In the three mile walk, there are no weights used—just the stretchie. I wanted a better workout, so I used the weights until it was time to work out with the stretchie. When she told me to get my stretchie, I put down my purple weights and grabbed the purple stretchie. I was ready to use the stretchie, and be done with the weights!
Leslie said something like,“To start we are going to extend our arms out in front of us,” I put my arms out in front of me as she did—leaving about a foot of stretchie between my hands. “Okay, now we are going to slowly pull our arms all of the way back...” As she and her friends began pulling back—so did I—I could feel my muscles stretching. Then there was a loud popping noise—causing the hair, on the back of my neck—to stand up! I screamed! Then I realized that my old stretchie had separated!
Tony came rushing into ‘the great room!’ “Nance, are you okay!”
“Yes, my stretchie just broke! What can I do? I’m missing my workout!” Tony grabbed the two purple pieces from my hands, and then he quickly tied some kind of knot! Then he handed it back to me, I thanked him, and then continued my workout.
After I had completed my three mile advanced walk, Tony came back into the room. “Nance, you nearly caused me to have a heart attack, when I heard that pop and you screamed! I don’t know about you, but your walking program is causing way too much stress on us.” Then he laughed. “We could get you a treadmill at Wal Mart today? I’ll buy it.”
“No,” I said. “Treadmills scare me, and they are too expensive. Shoot, with my luck, I would probably fall down, and be strangled to death, by my stopwatch’s lanyard. I just need a new stretchie, that’s all.”
Today, Tony bought me a three-pack of latex stretch bands! I love their colors—lavendar, yellow and turquoise I haven’t decided which one to use for tomorrow’s three mile workout, but I am not going to let it stress me out, because I am already stressed out—because I am not sure if I can do the workout tomorrow because—my muscles are killing me!”
P.S. I can’t wait to tell Kinky!
Tony asked me to walk inside the trailer, using my Leslie Sansone ‘Walk Away the Pounds’ DVDs until we have our first frost out here. He said it would be much safer for me, and less stressful for him. I love my Leslie Sansone's walking tapes, so I agreed to do it.
When Tony went back to his office, I found my Leslie Sansone three mile advanced walk DVD and shoved it into the DVD player. While it was loading, I grabbed my two, two pound hand weights, and the purple stretchie, and placed them on the breakfast bar.
I decided to cheat a little. In the three mile walk, there are no weights used—just the stretchie. I wanted a better workout, so I used the weights until it was time to work out with the stretchie. When she told me to get my stretchie, I put down my purple weights and grabbed the purple stretchie. I was ready to use the stretchie, and be done with the weights!
Leslie said something like,“To start we are going to extend our arms out in front of us,” I put my arms out in front of me as she did—leaving about a foot of stretchie between my hands. “Okay, now we are going to slowly pull our arms all of the way back...” As she and her friends began pulling back—so did I—I could feel my muscles stretching. Then there was a loud popping noise—causing the hair, on the back of my neck—to stand up! I screamed! Then I realized that my old stretchie had separated!
Tony came rushing into ‘the great room!’ “Nance, are you okay!”
“Yes, my stretchie just broke! What can I do? I’m missing my workout!” Tony grabbed the two purple pieces from my hands, and then he quickly tied some kind of knot! Then he handed it back to me, I thanked him, and then continued my workout.
After I had completed my three mile advanced walk, Tony came back into the room. “Nance, you nearly caused me to have a heart attack, when I heard that pop and you screamed! I don’t know about you, but your walking program is causing way too much stress on us.” Then he laughed. “We could get you a treadmill at Wal Mart today? I’ll buy it.”
“No,” I said. “Treadmills scare me, and they are too expensive. Shoot, with my luck, I would probably fall down, and be strangled to death, by my stopwatch’s lanyard. I just need a new stretchie, that’s all.”
Today, Tony bought me a three-pack of latex stretch bands! I love their colors—lavendar, yellow and turquoise I haven’t decided which one to use for tomorrow’s three mile workout, but I am not going to let it stress me out, because I am already stressed out—because I am not sure if I can do the workout tomorrow because—my muscles are killing me!”
P.S. I can’t wait to tell Kinky!
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Magnum, PI!
This morning after breakfast, I decided to start my Fall walking program, because yesterday, Ben had told me that it was safe to walk now—because the snakes were slowing down and going into hibernation. So, after cleaning up the breakfast dishes, I put on a hooded sweatshirt, grabbed my iPod and ear plugs, put the lanyard which is attached to my stopwatch around my neck, and then left the trailer.
When I reached the barn, I told Aaron, Ben and Tony that I was officially starting my walking program—three miles everyday! “Tony, I am going to be walking north on the road and I think it would be best if I took a walkie-talkie with me—just in case.”
“They aren’t charged,” Tony said.
“Just in case of what?” Ben asked.
“Just in case I see a snake, a mountain lion, a coyote or fall down.”
“Why aren’t you taking your new walking poles, Nance?” Ben asked.
“Oh my gosh, I forgot about them. Tony, I am going to take Kermit up to the trailer and get them. I will be right back!” I climbed into Kermit and went to get my walking poles that I had purchased last Spring at Wal Mart.
When I returned Kermit to the barn, Tony adjusted my poles, then the guys told me to have fun. I clicked my stopwatch, put my ear plugs into my ears, turned on my iPod, set it to play my ‘Walking’ playlist, then I took off walking, as I listened to “Magic Bus” by the Who. I love that song!
I had only walked about three songs when, yes, right there in the middle of the road was a young, one foot long, blackish-gray snake! I stopped dead in my tracks—it didn’t move, so I quickly sidestepped around it. When I looked back, it was still in the same place, and hadn’t moved. Then when I crossed the bridge, a small red lizard ran quickly between my feet, which startled me, too.
I was sick that I had seen the snake, and by the time I reached the one and a half mile mark, I was scared to walk back, but I did. I was thirty-seven minutes into my walk, when I heard the sound of Kermit! Within thirty seconds Tony pulled up. “I just wanted to check on you, to make sure you were okay,” Tony said.
I hopped into Kermit. “Tony, I am so glad that you came to check on me!” Then I told him about the snake and the lizard.
“I didn’t see any snake in the middle of the road. Are you sure you saw a snake?”Tony asked. Then he turned Kermit around and we headed back to the ranch. “Tony, please slow down, we are getting close to where I saw the snake.” Tony slowed down and we watched the road as we slowly moved forward.
“Stop! There it is!” I said. Tony stopped Kermit. “It has moved Tony! It was literally in the middle of the road when I saw it earlier.” Tony took one of my walking poles, got out of Kermit, and walked up to the twelve inch long snake. He touched it with the pole and it moved slowly, but did not try to strike. Tony then lifted up the snake, using the pole and carried it to the side of the road, and released it into the brush.
“It is just a young grass snake, Nance,” Tony said. “They can’t hurt you.” Then we drove back to the rescue ranch.
“The Germans are coming! The Germans are coming! Nance, Tone—call me! Call Kinky!” Is what I heard, when I checked my messages on the answering machine. I called Kinky to find out, that some Germans were coming out to interview Kinky for a major German magazine, and he wanted to make sure that Tony, Ben and I would be around, in case they wanted a tour of the rescue ranch. I told him we would be around.
It was getting close to lunch time. I decided to make soup and zucchini bread for us. I found a cream of mushroom soup recipe from my ‘Fannie Farmer’ cookbook, and decided to give it a try. I first made the zucchini bread recipe, in my Vita-Mix machine, and then put it into the oven, to cook for an hour. Then Tony and Ben walked inside the trailer to tell me they were starving.
I gave them two choices. “We are having zucchini bread with cream of mushroom soup. I just put the bread into the oven and it will take an hour to cook. We can either wait for the bread to bake or I can fix the soup right now, and we will be eating in five minutes or less.” They chose the five minutes or less menu.
Using my Vita -Mix machine, again, after cleaning it, I threw all of the ingredients for the soup into it, switched it to high and four minutes later, I stirred in the heavy cream and one minute later, we were enjoying the best organic cream of mushroom soup! It was delicious! Tony and Ben loved it, and Tony filled his bowl twice!
While I was cleaning up the kitchen, Tony and Ben started watching an old rerun of Magnum, PI on the television. During the commercial breaks, we talked about Tom Selleck and what a great actor he is and was, the characters, etc. When the show was nearly over, I realized that Ben was just like Magnum—his mannerisms, the way he talks to people, etc. “Ben you are Magnum PI! I can’t believe this.” We all started laughing. Then the oven bell rang—the zucchini bread was ready to come out of the oven!
While they watched the show, I pulled the bread out of the oven, set it down on the drain broard. I then flipped the bread pan upside down onto my cutting board, and nothing happened. The bread was stuck! I found a kitchen knife, and began to lift the pan slowly, and the bread fell out—or should I say—half of it did. When I lifted up the pan, half of the bread was stuck to the pan—I had half a loaf! It was two inches high! Something had gone wrong with my recipe! Tony and Ben came over to inspect the bread. Ben tried to cut a slice, but it fell apart. “I think it is under cooked, Nance,” Ben announced.
Tony then tried to cut a slice, “It tastes good, but the consistency is like pudding.” We laughed (even though, deep inside my heart I was crushed—just kidding).
Disappointed that it had turned out bad, I laughed and said, “Fine! I’m calling it Cousin Nancy’s Zucchini Bread Pudding! Grab a bowl and a get a spoon!”
After we ate the so-called bread, the three of us went over to the Lodge to visit with Kinky.
When I reached the barn, I told Aaron, Ben and Tony that I was officially starting my walking program—three miles everyday! “Tony, I am going to be walking north on the road and I think it would be best if I took a walkie-talkie with me—just in case.”
“They aren’t charged,” Tony said.
“Just in case of what?” Ben asked.
“Just in case I see a snake, a mountain lion, a coyote or fall down.”
“Why aren’t you taking your new walking poles, Nance?” Ben asked.
“Oh my gosh, I forgot about them. Tony, I am going to take Kermit up to the trailer and get them. I will be right back!” I climbed into Kermit and went to get my walking poles that I had purchased last Spring at Wal Mart.
When I returned Kermit to the barn, Tony adjusted my poles, then the guys told me to have fun. I clicked my stopwatch, put my ear plugs into my ears, turned on my iPod, set it to play my ‘Walking’ playlist, then I took off walking, as I listened to “Magic Bus” by the Who. I love that song!
I had only walked about three songs when, yes, right there in the middle of the road was a young, one foot long, blackish-gray snake! I stopped dead in my tracks—it didn’t move, so I quickly sidestepped around it. When I looked back, it was still in the same place, and hadn’t moved. Then when I crossed the bridge, a small red lizard ran quickly between my feet, which startled me, too.
I was sick that I had seen the snake, and by the time I reached the one and a half mile mark, I was scared to walk back, but I did. I was thirty-seven minutes into my walk, when I heard the sound of Kermit! Within thirty seconds Tony pulled up. “I just wanted to check on you, to make sure you were okay,” Tony said.
I hopped into Kermit. “Tony, I am so glad that you came to check on me!” Then I told him about the snake and the lizard.
“I didn’t see any snake in the middle of the road. Are you sure you saw a snake?”Tony asked. Then he turned Kermit around and we headed back to the ranch. “Tony, please slow down, we are getting close to where I saw the snake.” Tony slowed down and we watched the road as we slowly moved forward.
“Stop! There it is!” I said. Tony stopped Kermit. “It has moved Tony! It was literally in the middle of the road when I saw it earlier.” Tony took one of my walking poles, got out of Kermit, and walked up to the twelve inch long snake. He touched it with the pole and it moved slowly, but did not try to strike. Tony then lifted up the snake, using the pole and carried it to the side of the road, and released it into the brush.
“It is just a young grass snake, Nance,” Tony said. “They can’t hurt you.” Then we drove back to the rescue ranch.
“The Germans are coming! The Germans are coming! Nance, Tone—call me! Call Kinky!” Is what I heard, when I checked my messages on the answering machine. I called Kinky to find out, that some Germans were coming out to interview Kinky for a major German magazine, and he wanted to make sure that Tony, Ben and I would be around, in case they wanted a tour of the rescue ranch. I told him we would be around.
It was getting close to lunch time. I decided to make soup and zucchini bread for us. I found a cream of mushroom soup recipe from my ‘Fannie Farmer’ cookbook, and decided to give it a try. I first made the zucchini bread recipe, in my Vita-Mix machine, and then put it into the oven, to cook for an hour. Then Tony and Ben walked inside the trailer to tell me they were starving.
I gave them two choices. “We are having zucchini bread with cream of mushroom soup. I just put the bread into the oven and it will take an hour to cook. We can either wait for the bread to bake or I can fix the soup right now, and we will be eating in five minutes or less.” They chose the five minutes or less menu.
Using my Vita -Mix machine, again, after cleaning it, I threw all of the ingredients for the soup into it, switched it to high and four minutes later, I stirred in the heavy cream and one minute later, we were enjoying the best organic cream of mushroom soup! It was delicious! Tony and Ben loved it, and Tony filled his bowl twice!
While I was cleaning up the kitchen, Tony and Ben started watching an old rerun of Magnum, PI on the television. During the commercial breaks, we talked about Tom Selleck and what a great actor he is and was, the characters, etc. When the show was nearly over, I realized that Ben was just like Magnum—his mannerisms, the way he talks to people, etc. “Ben you are Magnum PI! I can’t believe this.” We all started laughing. Then the oven bell rang—the zucchini bread was ready to come out of the oven!
While they watched the show, I pulled the bread out of the oven, set it down on the drain broard. I then flipped the bread pan upside down onto my cutting board, and nothing happened. The bread was stuck! I found a kitchen knife, and began to lift the pan slowly, and the bread fell out—or should I say—half of it did. When I lifted up the pan, half of the bread was stuck to the pan—I had half a loaf! It was two inches high! Something had gone wrong with my recipe! Tony and Ben came over to inspect the bread. Ben tried to cut a slice, but it fell apart. “I think it is under cooked, Nance,” Ben announced.
Tony then tried to cut a slice, “It tastes good, but the consistency is like pudding.” We laughed (even though, deep inside my heart I was crushed—just kidding).
Disappointed that it had turned out bad, I laughed and said, “Fine! I’m calling it Cousin Nancy’s Zucchini Bread Pudding! Grab a bowl and a get a spoon!”
After we ate the so-called bread, the three of us went over to the Lodge to visit with Kinky.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Talking Robots In Outer Space!
Sorry for not blogging yesterday, I had to watch Survivor and the Debate. Survivor was fun, and the Debate was debatable.
Yesterday, around five o’clock, Ben, Tony and I went over to welcome Kinky back to the ranch. While Kinky was unpacking, I told him the bad news about Mercury being in retrograde, and about how strongly it was affecting everyone on the planet.
After Kinky checked his mail, he challenged Tony to a game of pool. The Hummingbird Man said, “I am going to win the title back even if Mercury is in retrograde!” The Medina Bulldog took his cue, and racked up the balls.
During the game, I said, “Kinky, earlier today, while in Outer Space, Ben was telling us about this new robot that sounds incredible great! It is called the Sentry Robot, and it is so cool! You can be anywhere in the world...” Kinky sank the cue ball.
“Nance,” The Hummingbird Man said. “Please, not when I am shooting.”
“Okay, but you can be anywhere, and call it on your cell phone and it will take pictures and send them immediately to your e-mail, and you can steer it around your own house, to check out things, like the dogs feed dishes, or water bowls or...” The Hummingbird Man missed his shot and did not sink any of his balls left on the table.
“Cousin Nancy, if you don’t mind—please, don’t talk to me—when it is my turn to shoot. I’m trying to win back the championship.” I was silent as The Medina Bulldog sunk a ball, and then another, and then missed.
“You program the little robot on routes to take, and paths to follow, around your house and then you can steer it all around the house—from anywhere! And when it needs recharging—it goes into its little house and recharges itself. Right Ben?” Ben nodded yes. The game was nearly over. The Hummingbird Man and The Medina Bulldog both had one ball left on the table to sink.
“Nance, I don’t want a robot—I want to win this game. And, I am fixing to win it right now, Medina Bulldog!” The Hummingbird Man studied the table, and then bent down and hit the cue ball real hard! The cue ball sank his ball in the far corner! “I fixing to win! Medina Bulldog loses, again!” He hollered! Then the cue ball hit the eight ball, and sank it—in the side pocket!
Tony, Ben, Kinky and I burst out laughing! Then I said, “I think why you lost was karma, Kinky. When you were so excited, and then said that about Tony loses, again. It’s called instant karma, and it is happening more and more to people these days. The proof is in the pocket.”
“You’re wrong, Cousin Nancy,” Kinky quipped. “I lost, because Mercury is in retrograde!” We all laughed!
“No Kinky, I don’t think so," I teased back. "I’m pretty sure that it was instant karma.”
Yesterday, around five o’clock, Ben, Tony and I went over to welcome Kinky back to the ranch. While Kinky was unpacking, I told him the bad news about Mercury being in retrograde, and about how strongly it was affecting everyone on the planet.
After Kinky checked his mail, he challenged Tony to a game of pool. The Hummingbird Man said, “I am going to win the title back even if Mercury is in retrograde!” The Medina Bulldog took his cue, and racked up the balls.
During the game, I said, “Kinky, earlier today, while in Outer Space, Ben was telling us about this new robot that sounds incredible great! It is called the Sentry Robot, and it is so cool! You can be anywhere in the world...” Kinky sank the cue ball.
“Nance,” The Hummingbird Man said. “Please, not when I am shooting.”
“Okay, but you can be anywhere, and call it on your cell phone and it will take pictures and send them immediately to your e-mail, and you can steer it around your own house, to check out things, like the dogs feed dishes, or water bowls or...” The Hummingbird Man missed his shot and did not sink any of his balls left on the table.
“Cousin Nancy, if you don’t mind—please, don’t talk to me—when it is my turn to shoot. I’m trying to win back the championship.” I was silent as The Medina Bulldog sunk a ball, and then another, and then missed.
“You program the little robot on routes to take, and paths to follow, around your house and then you can steer it all around the house—from anywhere! And when it needs recharging—it goes into its little house and recharges itself. Right Ben?” Ben nodded yes. The game was nearly over. The Hummingbird Man and The Medina Bulldog both had one ball left on the table to sink.
“Nance, I don’t want a robot—I want to win this game. And, I am fixing to win it right now, Medina Bulldog!” The Hummingbird Man studied the table, and then bent down and hit the cue ball real hard! The cue ball sank his ball in the far corner! “I fixing to win! Medina Bulldog loses, again!” He hollered! Then the cue ball hit the eight ball, and sank it—in the side pocket!
Tony, Ben, Kinky and I burst out laughing! Then I said, “I think why you lost was karma, Kinky. When you were so excited, and then said that about Tony loses, again. It’s called instant karma, and it is happening more and more to people these days. The proof is in the pocket.”
“You’re wrong, Cousin Nancy,” Kinky quipped. “I lost, because Mercury is in retrograde!” We all laughed!
“No Kinky, I don’t think so," I teased back. "I’m pretty sure that it was instant karma.”
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Don't Worry About It, Nance!
Continued from Monday...
“Nance,” Kinky said. “I’ve got some great news to tell you about our calendar! Barnes & Noble wants you and me to do a calendar signing on November 15th, a Saturday at 2:00 at their Barnes & Noble Arboretum store in Austin!”
“You’re kidding me? That is great news, Kinky!” I said. “Are you sure they want me there?”
“Yes, Caren told me that she really wanted you to be there to sign calendars, and on Sunday, November 16th they want us to sign calendars at the Barnes & Noble San Pedro store, in San Antonio, at 2:30!”
“Kinky, that is really great news! But, I’m a little concerned about getting there. Maybe Ben can meet me, somewhere in Austin and drive me to the store—MoPac scares me to death! I haven't driven on it, in over thirteen years. I’ll talk to Ben and ask him.”
“Don’t worry about it, Nance,” Kinky said. “You can ride with me to San Antonio on Sunday.”
“Okay, thanks.”
“Then there’s Houston! On November...”
“Hello, Houston—we’ve got us a problem,” I said. “Kinky, I can’t go to Houston—I’m serious. It’s too big of a city, and it really scares me. Seriously, I can’t go there. Besides, the people are going to be coming there to see you—not me and you know that.”
“Okay, we’ll discuss that issue later. You are such a baby,” Kinky said. “Nance, on Saturday, November the 29th, we, I mean, I am going to sign calendars at my friends, “Murder By The Book” store in Houston at 5:00! And then, on Sunday, the 30th, we are going to sign calendars at the Barnes & Noble Town & Country store in Houston, at 2:00!”
“Kinky, this is incredibly great news! I cannot believe it. The calendars are going to be selling like hot cakes! I’ll bet you that we are going to sell out of our calendars—fast!”
“I know!” Kinky said. “Now Nance, here is the last of my exciting news, “I’ve talked to Allison at Book People, in Austin, and she wants to talk to you, about us doing a calendar signing in December! She wants you to call her. Here’s her phone number...”
To be continued...
“Nance,” Kinky said. “I’ve got some great news to tell you about our calendar! Barnes & Noble wants you and me to do a calendar signing on November 15th, a Saturday at 2:00 at their Barnes & Noble Arboretum store in Austin!”
“You’re kidding me? That is great news, Kinky!” I said. “Are you sure they want me there?”
“Yes, Caren told me that she really wanted you to be there to sign calendars, and on Sunday, November 16th they want us to sign calendars at the Barnes & Noble San Pedro store, in San Antonio, at 2:30!”
“Kinky, that is really great news! But, I’m a little concerned about getting there. Maybe Ben can meet me, somewhere in Austin and drive me to the store—MoPac scares me to death! I haven't driven on it, in over thirteen years. I’ll talk to Ben and ask him.”
“Don’t worry about it, Nance,” Kinky said. “You can ride with me to San Antonio on Sunday.”
“Okay, thanks.”
“Then there’s Houston! On November...”
“Hello, Houston—we’ve got us a problem,” I said. “Kinky, I can’t go to Houston—I’m serious. It’s too big of a city, and it really scares me. Seriously, I can’t go there. Besides, the people are going to be coming there to see you—not me and you know that.”
“Okay, we’ll discuss that issue later. You are such a baby,” Kinky said. “Nance, on Saturday, November the 29th, we, I mean, I am going to sign calendars at my friends, “Murder By The Book” store in Houston at 5:00! And then, on Sunday, the 30th, we are going to sign calendars at the Barnes & Noble Town & Country store in Houston, at 2:00!”
“Kinky, this is incredibly great news! I cannot believe it. The calendars are going to be selling like hot cakes! I’ll bet you that we are going to sell out of our calendars—fast!”
“I know!” Kinky said. “Now Nance, here is the last of my exciting news, “I’ve talked to Allison at Book People, in Austin, and she wants to talk to you, about us doing a calendar signing in December! She wants you to call her. Here’s her phone number...”
To be continued...
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