Friday night – Mr. Husband’s firm’s 35th anniversary celebration at the Palais Royale….I was seriously underdressed and rather self-conscious all night but champagne flowed at the entrance and the band was fantastic – Prairie Oyster Band!
Saturday 6 am – rise and shine in order to line up for the Random House warehouse book sale…love having friends who have jobs that have fringe benefits for me…bought 83 books which are still in the trunk of the car as I have nowhere to put them in already over-cluttered house, but just couldn’t resist.
Saturday 6:45 am – driving book buying compatriot who is also a lawyer to book sale while she notarizes necessary documents for never ending adoption paper work
Saturday 7 am – phoned home to make sure Sir Talksalot was awake and out of bed for basketball practice and that Mr. Husband was up for his PD day at the firm.
Saturday 8-9:30 am – bought books…heaven for an English teacher
Saturday 10:15 – slunk into classroom at Humber College for Writer’s Circle with Rona Maynard…great speaker about family and memoir…looking forward to reading her book My Mother’s Daughter: A Memoir which I managed to buy at the book sale an hour earlier
Saturday 11:00 am – have first page of novel eviscerated by Kim Moritsugu (author of The Restoration of Emily) and Janie Yoon from House of Anansi Press
Saturday 1:00 pm head home dying for nap
Saturday 1:45 crawl onto bed
Saturday 2:00 pm at Loblaw’s with Mlle Jenesaispas who would like to buy some groceries for baking. Since the Gaffer has been dumped on her for most of the weekend, it seems a small sacrifice.
Saturday 6:00 pm in cab back to Etobicoke for dinner party with ski buddies…fantastic meal, great friends
Sunday 12:05 am falling asleep on feet at dinner party while ping-pong tourney rages around me
Sunday 1:00 am crawl into bed, 3:00 am Gaffer wakes up
Sunday 6:30 am wake up in order to wake up Sir Talksalot for basketball game.
Sunday 7:00 am The Gaffer wakes up for the day.
Sunday 9:15 am stuck in stalled subway trying to make it to the Baby and Toddler Show.
Sunday 10 – 1 trying to help three awesome business moms throw greatest VIP party for mommas and kids and chat about the power and wonders of this community
Sunday 2:30pm got home, everyone out at basketball, fell asleep for 1 glorious hour
Sunday 6 pm – dinner with great friends, lots of fine and fantastic flank steak and Rosie Reisman low fat chocolate chip cake made by the dad!
Sunday 10 pm, crawled into bed to blog and wonder how it is I spent a weekend buying books for and about children, listening to a speaker about mothers, daughters and families and providing services at The Baby and Toddler Show yet spend little to no time with my own family.
The weekend was insane. I don’t think I enjoyed anything as much as I should have and the whole time I kept thinking about the b-ball I was missing, the Gaffer and I had virtually dumped on her older sister and how exhausted I was. I was planning on relaxing this week and enjoying the fruits of my labours. Well, it is Thursday, the books are still in the boxes in the cars and I haven’t even had a look at my book, but I’ve been to tutoring, book club, Agathe’s for a decadent sneak peak evening and I’ve made 3 of my 4 meals for the meal exchange on Friday night so I don’t seem to have learned my lesson.
I don’t know how you do it Elizabeth…
Keep on smiling and try to get a little more R&R. It is OK to give yourself permission.
Sounds like I need to visit you again and help restore some order…I’m never too busy for you!
Sounds like a very full but satisfying weekend!
My mouth is still agape at the thought of your 83 book haul! Sounds like an awesome, if exhausting, weekend!
It is extremely painful. There is a saying in writing, “kill your little darlings” which essentially means to get rid of lines or sections that are absolutely beautiful pieces of writing or your most perfectly crafted sentences because they do not help to move the story forward. I thought I had a lovely and moving first page, but apparently not so much.
Sounds like a busy (but fulfilling) weekend, Elizabeth! I love Rona Maynard…have to get on the waiting list for that book at my local bibliotheque, I guess (el cheapo here). How does it feel to have your novel eviscerated? Just wondering…