A lady slipper moon…
Good evening from cold, snowy Vermont. There’s a lady slipper moon in the sky; I noticed it as I walked home from church, so glad to reach the warmth and the glow of Christmas lights at Soft Landing. This week is the first week of Advent. The wait begins.
Today I had my book signing at the Mall. I saw good friends, a few family members, and met many kindred readers. Despite how nervous I was, the event was a success–ten books into the hands of potential and established fans. And the sweetest thing? Out of all the beautiful crafts in the store, two youngsters chose one of my books as gifts for their mothers. One of them wanted to be a writer one day. “Yes!” I said. “That’s the best thing ever!” Now it’s time to prepare for next Saturday’s Bishop Marshall School Craft Fair here in Morrisville. I have a whole week to psych myself up. Thankfully Tim will be there to help, as he was today. He makes the difference.
After work tomorrow, I start practicing for the concert of French and English Christmas carols we sing at my Mom’s on Christmas Day. It takes me exactly 24 days to warm up my wobbly voice and sensitive finger pads. The concert is both joyful and sad. Joyful because everyone sings or hums and it’s a lovely sound, and sad because my dad and I used to play our instruments together for this concert, and I miss him. I felt especially close to him during this time; sitting with our chairs touching, we took our turns finger picking for added flair or bungling chords that we knew in our sleep. Dad’s voice fell right between tenor and bass. He could add a harmony part to every song, and could whistle in three different keys at the same time. My talent in music is a mere shadow of his former self. But the concert must go on, and he handed the baton to me.
Check back next week for another segment of Finding Home.