So I Was Wrong and So I Was Right!

So I was wrong about George Bryan Polivka, who called the store on Saturday and was friendly and easy going not to mention glad to be doing the signing and not at all ''I am the great writer and you are the lowly shop clerk'' which I feared he would be. Why do I have this inward cringing when it comes to working with people I am impressed by? I don't know, but I'm praying about it, there has to be something deep down inside that triggers this ''Oh no" reaction. I had it with the other writer too, my stomach would knot on itself and I would have to fight to just contact them, and they were, and are, rather warm and approachable and never did anything to make me cringe but I still did.

I don't anymore, or at least not much anymore, but I don't like that inward ''don't hurt me'' when I haven't been hurt. I'll have to let the Holy Spirit rummage around some and see what He finds way down deep in the gunk I don't want to deal with.

I was right about today being fun though. I had an ''unbirthday'' party, Halfelvenwriter and Artchick both came, as did Mom and Dad, and we went to a local Shakespeare company play. It was actually not one of Shakespeare's plays, but an American one, called The Front Page . That's the play His Girl Friday was based on, and I loved the movie, though the movie did clean up the language quite a bit.

I really enjoyed the play though, and other than the swearing (which was rather bad) it was a delightful time out. There were three acts with two intermissions and from start to finish the whole thing was roughly two and a half hours. We got popcorn at the first intermission and talked about how the rapid fire dialogue was something that you really couldn't duplicate in print, then went back in for the second act. The second intermission was really only a chance to stand up and stretch, and then the third act started after which the actors took their bows and stayed around to answer questions. I asked Mom, who was going around and talking to them all, bold as brass, to get them to sign my program and most did, Mom said I should have come with her because they were so delighted to be asked. Ah well, maybe next time.

We all came back home and had dinner which consisted of beef tips, fried potatoes, green beans and apple sauce. Later we had cake and coffee, and watched several episodes of Hercule Poirot.

Really a lovely, lovely day. I'm so glad that I had to have my birthday postponed, I really needed this.