She's unable to lunch today.
I may not be Miss Otis, but I'm unable to lunch today as well, for an entirely different reason. I'm in Duarte, at the Festival of the Authors, held as a fundraiser by the Friends of the Duarte Library. I was originally invited by my friend Pam Carter Ripling, who writes as Anne Carter. I've come to look forward to seeing her each year at this event.
Lots of my other writer friends have made their way here, not necessarily to make large sales, but to spend a lovely day at the park among books and readers. Today I'll see Jenny Hilborne, Terry Ambrose and Teresa Burrell, to name a few. I'll be missing Jeff Sherratt, who passed away last year.
My first trip to Duarte was my most memorable, in that I got to meet with Ray Bradbury, who flirted with me, even though he was 200 years old at the time. I learned from a friend recently that Ray flirted with anything in a skirt, so maybe I should feel so special, except that I do. Here's the post I wrote about that: http://gaylecarline.blogspot.com/2009/10/lucky-day-wearing-lucky-shirt.html.
I'll give you all a de-brief tomorrow, but I'll leave you with a song.
Someday, when I grow up, I want as much energy as this gal.