I'm trying to work. I have a proposal due for the last book in my contract - but it takes place in the southeastern part of Texas. Not exactly where our sisters are, but close enough to distract me. Having never been there, I'm surrounded by numerous printouts of weather, flora, fauna. Jennifer, Melinda, Pam, Roz, keep wandering through my story. Maybe lost on a sight-seeing trip.
I pull myself back to reality. Took a break to clear my head and met a friend to do Astoria's beautiful River Walk - Coast Guard Cutter, fishing boats, cormorants, Great Blue Herons, Bald Eagles, tourists. What I saw were our friends in their new clothes and shoes, wearing their pins by Cerella, giving away Sweet and Heartwarming bracelets, flashing Tory around and making friends on the San Antonio Riverwalk.
I came home and asked Ron what he wanted for dinner. "Chimichangas and Spanish Rice," he said. I have rampant Tex-Mex disease and he's caught it. Our chimichangas are the frozen variety and the Spanish Rice is Rice-a-Roni, but I understand there is Tex-Mex, barbeque, and contemporary Southwestern fare available at the many restaurants on the Paseo del Rio, the largest urban ecosystem in the country.
Stormy, a tabby cat, leaps onto my lap between me and the keyboard. Except for the fact that he weighs only 17 pounds, he has the attitude and the look in his eyes of a wild cat. He reminds me that the San Antonio Zoo and Aquarium, the nation's third oldest zoo, houses over 8500 animals of 779 species, and is the only zoo in the country with an area designated for visitors five years old and younger.
I set the table for dinner - two placemats, two knives and forks, two mugs. In my mind I see a sea of beautifully set tables, china, cutlery, and glass gleaming under the lights of an elegant dining room. In the crowd of conference-goers, I see a table of our buddies, looking glamorous, laughing and having a wonderful time.
Sigh. Liz, Cerella, Eleanor, and whoever else is home this momentous weekend, what are you doing and thinking about?