Jennifer, flush with optimism and a bike ride, grabbed a table for four at C’ville Coffee Saturday morning, as we awaited our fellow bloggers. For a bit, it was just the two of us. Then we met . . .
- Patience Crabstick, who is lovely, warm and friendly, blasting to pieces what her pseudonym would suggest;
- Cory Capron wearing his brown hat, natch;
- Amy from Red Inked, which Waldo declared the best new blog in Charlottesville;
- the very interesting and engaging Bill Emory, armed with camera, for more posts on Black and White;
- C’ville’s podcaster Sean Tubbs, baby girl in tow;
- Jeff Lavezzo, who entertained us with children’s stories he’s developing, inspired by his child’s imagination; and
- Waldo and Amber stopped by on their way out of town.
It’s such fun to meet fellow bloggers in person. We’re bound together by common interests, and conversation flows easily among us, strangers, but really not so . . . all of us knowing a bit about one another, or at least what we’ve read. I hope to participate or host other gatherings in the future — it’s a treat to see who will show up and what new friendships might be formed.
The other day, I had lunch at Lime Leaf. I enjoyed the pad Thai with chicken. Meanwhile at home, Clover had the Ramen noodles and the entire contents of a birthday party treat bag, left behind by the girl. Someone had left the pantry door open.
Later, regretting his lunch decisions, Clover upchucked on the rug, displaying a tightly woven display of candy wrappers. I spied Laffy Taffy and Milk Duds in the wreckage.
Yesterday, Clover decided to raid my purse. In a fit of self-improvement, he devoured a package of Orbit teeth-whitening gum. Ah, yes, just look at the bright white teeth of my canine. Later, I noted the landmines deposited in the back yard glinted in the sun with shiny bits of gum wrapper foil.
Oddly, food, actual food we wouldn’t mind him scarfing down, such as the random cracker that drops from the table or the pretzel I clumsily dropped onto the kitchen floor holds no interest.
He visited the vet today for a checkup and some shots; he’s gained a few pounds. Gotta remember to close the pantry doors.
Twas the night before Friday when all through the ‘ville
not a blogger was blogging; the keyboards were still
Invitations were posted, and hyperlinked with care
I think it might be time to get a new desk chair.
The C’ville blogger gathering is but one day away
so throw up your posts before this Saturday
We’ll be there at 10, maybe the Mayor will be, too
Dig us, we number one hundred times two.
I can’t wait to meet Crabstick, Patience is the name
I’m wondering if my visions and reality are the same?
Waldo, the blog king, has promised to stop by
I wonder if we’ll get to meet Stanley and Wry?
That’s enough of this nonsense, I know you get my drift
See you at C’ville Coffee; if I don’t I’ll be miffed.
Drop Jennifer a line and let her know you’ll be there,
I’m really thinking about getting rid of this chair.
As I mentioned previously, I am the confirmation sponsor for the girlfriend (the boy’s). I arrived home after the first sponsor meeting to share that there would be many more such meetings and that the group, by comparison of our former home, is rather small. There are 35 confirmands, as they call them, and therefore, 35 of us sponsor-types.
I told the boy, “It’s a lot different than when you were confirmed.” The boy got away with confirmation three years ago at our giant mega church in Cottleville, Mo. where 6,000 onlookers witnessed his commitment to his religion.
“Yeah,” he said, “that was kinda like getting married in Vegas.”
Because he would know what that’s like, of course.
Before I get to that, please remember that there’s a C’ville blogger gathering this Saturday at C’ville Coffee, 10a.m.
The good folks at Red Inked wanted to know: how will we know one another? We’ll do it the way everyone from Kindergarteners to Chamber of Commerce members do. We’ll have nametags.
Oh, and about the secret? Now, it wouldn’t be a secret anymore, would it?
