In the last week we have had strep run through a few of us, then a fever-y virus for Ella, then a respiratory thing whispering amongst the five of us -- not sure whether it will develop into anything or just fizzle out.
I didn't make it to the Celtic Drumming Shaman at the Unitarian center since I was sitting with Ella waiting for a strep test on Sunday morning. I was bummed about that, but I am vibrating with anticipatory excitement for this Friday when Elizabeth Gilbert, author of "Eat, Pray, Love" comes to the area. I am SO going to be there.
"Are you going to ask her to sign your book?" Dave wanted to know.
I doubted it. I don't think I could get too close to her without passing out. And I feel this great pressure to say something to convey to her how much I loved her book, her writing, the thoughts she expressed. Everything. What could I possibly say to her? I tried a few things, "I think I love you." Seems creepy. "You don't know this, but I think we could be best friends." Weird-o. "Can I touch you?" No. That will certainly get me escorted out.
So, like any shy introvert, I'll carry "Eat, Pray, Love" in my purse, arrive an hour early to assure I get a seat, and then I'll sit and listen to her, perhaps sometimes getting chills...and then I'll leave and come home, just giddy that I got to see her in real life. What? Me? Star struck by a writer? Yes, absolutely...I'm such a nerd.
Now if only Sven Suundaard was going to be there, too..........