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Went out shopping for a bit to see if I could get pants that fit without going to McMinnville. Not that I don't love the store there - I definitely do - just that it's a bit much as drives go. Found a couple of good pairs of petite, machine-washable no less, so I'm happy.
Treated myself to a stop in the mall, got salmon jerky (the trout jerky, which was slightly better, seems to be gone - pity) and some candies. Barnes and Noble yielded up a book on small tree gardens that I'd wanted when I saw it at Powell's, but hadn't wanted to pay full price for; at B&N it was on sale for $5, which seemed like a good enough deal to me that I grabbed it. Also confirmed that the sequel to the book with the "hey waitaminit!" ending not only isn't out, it doesn't have a planned release date yet. (That book came out in May of 2001...come on, guys, don't vanish on me....)
Neither is there a new book listed or planned for Kristen Britain. She's only published one I'm aware of - Green Rider - and it's excellent but I do know the rule about some authors and one-offs. I really hope she writes more; she's very good.
And on my way out of B&N, the summer downpour (sorry, shower doesn't really apply) arrived. Or rather, it arrived sometime while I was in the bookstore. I joked with the lady at the checkout stand that I ought to browse a bit longer until it passed, and begged for a plastic bag (which I got). I huddled over it on the way to the car, as soaked books and magazines have never really appealed to me.
No, that was not overreaction, by the way. I had to cross two lanes that went in front of the store, and one aisle to my car. When I got there, my hair was wet on the surface, starting to be wet deeper, and my purse was running with water. I got in the car, and sitting still needed the windshield wipers on the lowest non-intermittent setting to keep constant visibility.
Which is why I wasn't really very annoyed that the guy who was ahead of me in getting out of there parked in the lane by the sidewalk for his family to get in, or that they were slow and awkward about it because they were hesitant to move forward into the rain. By the time he'd finished that and we'd driven around to exit the parking lot, the rain had slacked off to the point where the windshield wipers could keep up with it while I was moving.
The freeway was a beautiful experience: it had slacked off enough to drive more or less at-speed, but there was a layer of water on the road, ready for tires to kick it up. It rose in misty layers around each car, to full tire-height or a bit above, and dropped quickly back to pavement in their wake, with the result that each car looked like it was scudding along in its own cloud of mist, dragging it with it along the road. Very pretty.
By the time I got home, it was only misting lightly.
Treated myself to a stop in the mall, got salmon jerky (the trout jerky, which was slightly better, seems to be gone - pity) and some candies. Barnes and Noble yielded up a book on small tree gardens that I'd wanted when I saw it at Powell's, but hadn't wanted to pay full price for; at B&N it was on sale for $5, which seemed like a good enough deal to me that I grabbed it. Also confirmed that the sequel to the book with the "hey waitaminit!" ending not only isn't out, it doesn't have a planned release date yet. (That book came out in May of 2001...come on, guys, don't vanish on me....)
Neither is there a new book listed or planned for Kristen Britain. She's only published one I'm aware of - Green Rider - and it's excellent but I do know the rule about some authors and one-offs. I really hope she writes more; she's very good.
And on my way out of B&N, the summer downpour (sorry, shower doesn't really apply) arrived. Or rather, it arrived sometime while I was in the bookstore. I joked with the lady at the checkout stand that I ought to browse a bit longer until it passed, and begged for a plastic bag (which I got). I huddled over it on the way to the car, as soaked books and magazines have never really appealed to me.
No, that was not overreaction, by the way. I had to cross two lanes that went in front of the store, and one aisle to my car. When I got there, my hair was wet on the surface, starting to be wet deeper, and my purse was running with water. I got in the car, and sitting still needed the windshield wipers on the lowest non-intermittent setting to keep constant visibility.
Which is why I wasn't really very annoyed that the guy who was ahead of me in getting out of there parked in the lane by the sidewalk for his family to get in, or that they were slow and awkward about it because they were hesitant to move forward into the rain. By the time he'd finished that and we'd driven around to exit the parking lot, the rain had slacked off to the point where the windshield wipers could keep up with it while I was moving.
The freeway was a beautiful experience: it had slacked off enough to drive more or less at-speed, but there was a layer of water on the road, ready for tires to kick it up. It rose in misty layers around each car, to full tire-height or a bit above, and dropped quickly back to pavement in their wake, with the result that each car looked like it was scudding along in its own cloud of mist, dragging it with it along the road. Very pretty.
By the time I got home, it was only misting lightly.
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I really hope she keeps writing. The book itself can stand alone - but I'd like to see what happens next, all the same, or venture somewhere new with her.