With Cinderella Spinderella nearing completion, the summer library/camp tour is beginning to pick up.
(I should say that with many book projects nearing completion is like approaching infinity, you keep getting closer and closer and closer….)
Yesterday was one of the busiest and most traveled days of the year:
- 9:30 am Camp Storytelling at the “Summer at Park School” program in Brookline, MA
- 10:30 – Writing workshop at the Park Creativity camp
- 2:00 pm – It Ate My Sister – Comedy Storytelling and Book Signing, Bigelow Library in Clinton, MA
- 5:15 pm – walk on the beach in Little Compton, wishing I’d brought my bathing suit!
- 6:30 pm – Summer Reading program at the Brownell Library in Little Compton, RI
- 9:30 pm – home and asleep
Today’s a similarly long day, but with a big gap (hence the blog post) in the middle:
- 10 am Dig into Reading Summer reading at the Chelsea Public Library
- 6 pm Adventures with Giants and Slugs at the Hoyt Memorial Library in Merrimac, MA
The morning presentation in Chelsea was a blast. First of all, my Grandparents used to live in Chelsea, so seeing my name on the sign was kindof cool.
But even better was the group who attended. A mother/child reading group was just starting that morning, and so I got about 30 families with incredibly restless kids ages 3-6. The game was to tell stories to the kids and parents, and give the Moms (and 1 dad) tips on how to read with their kids. Lots of energy and participation.
For lunch–where I’m writing this–I stopped at the Kwoloon on Route 1. I’ve driven past it a million times, aware that it’s got some kind of a history in New England as one of the first Polynesian Chinese restaurants. I ordered a mixed lunch platter and got five different kinds of pork on one plate: spare ribs on bones, grey pork loin with a pink ring around the outside, ground pork chowmein, and a weird lomein with both sliced roast pork and little squares of what looked like supermarket sliced ham. I regret that a pig had to die for that meal.
Now, I know I’m supposed to tweet or check in or whatnot, but I really don’t feel like giving the restaurant andy good or bad publicity based on my meal. Listening to Bruce Springsteen while sipping dark Chinese tea on a formica table while a TV plays in the background. This is America!