![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
but it's not all bad...
Feb. 20th, 2007 11:07 ami was out! last night. for a very exciting reason - my friend Ruth had invited me to her book launch - for this wonderful book
it was very like a mums' night out, loads of my friends were there. it would probably have been even more exciting if we hadn't all just spent friday afternoon together, but it was still lovely. only one of us had a child with us last night. mine were home with their very favourite babysitter. we drank wine and ate canapes, and even talked about books. two of us also write, and one is very close to the end of the *first draft* of her novel. she has published tomes before, but i get the impression that scholarly stuff isn't as important as novels...
see, i don't write. i can't imagine *wanting* to write, let alone ever actually taking something from my imagination and writing it into something. if others didn't write i'd be bereft, becasue I *need* to read. but no, i like to make things, i *need* to make things, but writing? I just don't get it.
i got cornered by the "crazy lady". who turned out to be the mum of one of my friends. i was aware that her mum was rather more interesting than most. i wasn't prepared for some of the things she came out with though... started out relatively innocuous - what was your father's name I said "Bill", no his surname, I said "toni" took her a moment to allow that as a surname. then she said he must be eastern european. um, most people guess italian like, immediately? (she had already sussed the american bit from my accent, but what she was concerned with was where we *came from*)
anyway, she grilled two others for a while and then came back to me when i said somethgn about TT & his red hair. "Oh, he must be mixed race! that's the only way you get red hair." eh? i laughed and said somethgn about the english and the scots... then she informed me that since i have blue eyes i will have excellent eyesight, because that's something to do with race as well. Poor F. she had left by the time her mother started to annoy us, so luckily she will not know about this conversation.
then we went for the bus, got told all about steiner education by yet another Ruth (there were at least 3 there last night) this one lives very close to me and has 4 kids some of whom are ages with my kids, so I traipsed up to her 2nd floor flat to get her phone number since neither of us had a pen. and by the time i got home, having been standing or walking for 4 hours, my feet and legs were killing me, and i was feeling very sorry for myself (as you might have guessed last night)
it was very like a mums' night out, loads of my friends were there. it would probably have been even more exciting if we hadn't all just spent friday afternoon together, but it was still lovely. only one of us had a child with us last night. mine were home with their very favourite babysitter. we drank wine and ate canapes, and even talked about books. two of us also write, and one is very close to the end of the *first draft* of her novel. she has published tomes before, but i get the impression that scholarly stuff isn't as important as novels...
see, i don't write. i can't imagine *wanting* to write, let alone ever actually taking something from my imagination and writing it into something. if others didn't write i'd be bereft, becasue I *need* to read. but no, i like to make things, i *need* to make things, but writing? I just don't get it.
i got cornered by the "crazy lady". who turned out to be the mum of one of my friends. i was aware that her mum was rather more interesting than most. i wasn't prepared for some of the things she came out with though... started out relatively innocuous - what was your father's name I said "Bill", no his surname, I said "toni" took her a moment to allow that as a surname. then she said he must be eastern european. um, most people guess italian like, immediately? (she had already sussed the american bit from my accent, but what she was concerned with was where we *came from*)
anyway, she grilled two others for a while and then came back to me when i said somethgn about TT & his red hair. "Oh, he must be mixed race! that's the only way you get red hair." eh? i laughed and said somethgn about the english and the scots... then she informed me that since i have blue eyes i will have excellent eyesight, because that's something to do with race as well. Poor F. she had left by the time her mother started to annoy us, so luckily she will not know about this conversation.
then we went for the bus, got told all about steiner education by yet another Ruth (there were at least 3 there last night) this one lives very close to me and has 4 kids some of whom are ages with my kids, so I traipsed up to her 2nd floor flat to get her phone number since neither of us had a pen. and by the time i got home, having been standing or walking for 4 hours, my feet and legs were killing me, and i was feeling very sorry for myself (as you might have guessed last night)
