Six more readings to go

And then I climb on another plane and fly back home, to Don’s loving arms, my son, our dogs, and our home. 

Tomorrow is opening night for Will and I have my fingers crossed that everything goes, well, you know what I wish for.  What any mother would wish for her son.  I just can’t say it because I don’t want to jinx it.  So, instead, I follow stage protocol and wish my son huge steaming piles of s__t.  Piles so big they rise up to the ceiling.  Piles of s__t so smelly they make the eyes burn and water.  That, my beloved son, is what I wish for you. 

I wish I could be there tomorrow night, and the next, but at least I will be home for the final three nights, and believe me.  I’ll be there, eyes glued on the stage, on my boy, doing what he does so well. 

Oh my how they grow.

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I had a nice day today, driving around with Natalie.  We had many more things in common than I first expected.  Interesting that. 

The first reading went great.  With the second, unfortunately there was a mix-up.  But the third one went well.  There was a lovely husband and wife there who had sponsored the third session I did.  They have sponsored many author visits, in memory of his first wife who loved literature and died in a car crash at age 36.  What a wonderful thing to do, keeping her memory alive in that way.  How many students lives has he and his present wife touched, enhanced with these author visits.  I found it quite moving, this couple, the sturdiness of their relationship.  It felt so solid.  Straight forward.  A partnership through and through. 

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Tomorrow I have three more readings and then back on the plane to Toronto to visit the three schools that I missed on Monday when I was otherwise engaged with the bowels of my toilet.  Hopefully everything will go smoothly and then it’s off to the airport to fly home.  YAY!

Posted by Meg Tilly on Monday, November 24, 2008 in Chewing the Fat