GG is taking a class tonight from 6:30 to 10:30 which leaves me nothing to do but eat cherries, sip blackberry/lemonade and run from window to door taking pictures of our 1/2 hour tropical storm. It came complete with a soundtrack of hail. It was invigorating for me, boring to the Lab and probably irritating to the cat stuck outside in her boxwood cave.
Now the sun is out, the temperature is steamy, mosquitoes abound and I'm procrastinating doing anything I should be by talking to you. So I'll tell you a tale.
A while back a customer was in the store and said she was looking for a good book for her book club. I recommended " Blood, Bones & Butter" by Gabrielle Hamilton.
She came back last week to tell me she bought the book, started reading it, loved it and recommended it to her book club. I thought that was the end but no....
Over spring break, she packed up her family and headed to New York. Ventured into Brooklyn and decided to go to Prune, the restaurant owned by Ms. Hamilton. She gets a table, meets Gabrielle, who joins them for lunch and she tells her the story of how she came to be there. Then the conversation flits hither and yon, and they eat drink and fall about with laughter.
She owed it all to me she said.
Damn. I've got to get out of the house more often.