All righty, all you who missed Rebecca Loudon (it’s pronounced Low-don, not Loo-don, as I am continually mispronouncing it. I blame all the french R is always speaking) on Thursday night at SoulFood Books missed a wonderful rendition of the poems from Navigate – Amelia Earhart’s Letters Home, read in such as a way as to think Ms. Loudon might be Amelia herself reincarnated. And her friend and co-reader, Susan Butler, read a ravishing series of poems that made me seriously reconsider Richard Burton. A good time and I was so happy I was able to host.
I got to send out a couple of e-mails accepting poems for Crab Creek, which was fun.
I am now in that state where all of my important things are in bins and boxes, which makes it very hard to respond to any correspondance or send out poems or manuscripts. In the upcoming week before M-Day (moving day,) I will a. visit the cardiologist to get my heart checked out, which is good because you know, irregularities of the heart can be nothing, but it’s comforting to know that for sure, b. have a job interview, c. meet with the Crab Creek editors, d. read with a great group at the Cranky 9th issue celebration reading, e. have our final walkthrough and exchange checks for keys, and f. miss my brother-in-law’s wedding in Ohio (which was originally going to be in October but then was rescheduled to the day of our move because his fiancee’s mother is sick and dying with a brain tumor. Terrible stuff, right? So we knew we would miss it – but it’s still sad for us.) Anyway, it’s one of those weeks with too many things in it. I get a nice break tomorrow going over to my Kingston-Bainbridge poetry group, where I get to hang out with friends and talk poetry for a few hours away from the chaos of stacked cardboard that my little townhouse has become.
In other news, I’m looking forward to the season finales of Heroes and Lost, and to the last Pirates of the Caribbean movie. Escapism = good!