old. very, very old.
August 11, 2006
Stories of Austin will leak out over the next couple of days. Right now, however, linear thought is more challenging than usual. It's sad that a mere four days of running around and waiting around can wear a body out so much but there it is. I keep staring off into space trying to remember what I was about to do.
Part of that is because we got the Diva's biopsy results and, yes, she does have Celiac. And now we have to start overhauling her diet, which is completely doable but requires the use of my brain. My brain doesn't want to play along. In fact, it is actively rejecting the notion of playing along and is still very, very sad that she'll never get to know the wonders of good French bread or flaky pie crust. While I am in mourning, she couldn't care less and has been explaining to her grandma that there are foods "that make her tummy angry."
I love that kid.
So while I try to figure out what to do next, other than stare, two book-related things:
A wonderful review from the Hartford (CT) Courant. There is a trend developing here: the further away you get from the Applachians the less reviewers understand the book. It's a hypothesis.
Also, in October, I will be a guest at the Southern Festival of Books, where I intend to stalk Garrison Keillor, John T. Edge and Ann Shayne.