Our annual visit from my Aunt Sandi, who stays with us for a few weeks around Pace’s birthday each year, is over for another year.
It was another great visit with lots of laughs, great conversations, delicious meals and we even survived having windows installed in our guest room while Sandi was here.
I think our family on my paternal grandmother’s side had five generations alive at one point but I can’t imagine six generations on the planet at one time (or even seven which the article says is the world record but with no photographic proof!)
It was a great day going through the Exhibitors’ Hall catching up with some publishers I knew from my days in that world, meeting some new publishers, talking to authors and so on.
Since I rarely get out to my alma mater, I also took a big tour of campus bumping into everyone from a former library school colleague to someone I know from the political world to a musician I like (I apparently just missed a set he did in the beer garden at noon.)
I also spent some time talking to someone who I know from high school and that got me thinking about a long percolating post I’ve been planning about all the different influences that have led me to where I am today – from some of the values I learned from my parents to who my friends were to (obviously) the role that books played in my life.
(We also discussed an embarrassing story which I won’t bother sharing until I do that post. But let’s just say that the high school friend and another person who knows me from the publishing world suggested that my eventual autobiography be called “Dictionary Races: The Inspiring Tales of a Smalltown Nerd” 😉