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home again

We’re back.  Home sweet home. 

The event at the Clearbrook Library was lots of fun.  Smitty (the children’s librarian) was like a rock star.  Kids high-fiving her.  Shouting out her name.  Answer a question about a book right?  Get a tattoo!  (Temporary of course.)  By the end of her warm-up act she was striding up and down the aisle flinging handfuls of temporary tattoos into the crowds of smiling, cheering kids. 

What fun we had!  The questions coming fast and furious.  Everyone crowding around afterwards.  What sweethearts they were.

And there was a boy at the back of the room, there with his father.  A school day, but he wasn’t with the schools that were brought in, so his dad must have pulled for the afternoon so he could meet me.  It reminded me of myself.  It is something I would have done.  His boy had written a review of Porcupine and he asked a question, that really resonated with me.  An old soul that boy.  Doesn’t just examine the surface.  Looks deeper to gain understanding, clues.

Made me want to race home and write another book.  Even better than the last!

But… sigh… it will have to wait.  At least for a few weeks.  Boxes are arriving today, and the moving packing up madness begins.  And then comes the unpacking, the placing of the furniture, the getting used to new surroundings, trying to remember where I put what. 

But after that’s all done… Then I can write!  I’m not sure what.  Just know that I want to.  What a relief!

I am hoping this will be our last move.  Our forever home.  One never knows until one is living in a place, if it is a fit.  I’m hoping this one will be it.  We’ll see.