The plane ride was… a six-hour plane ride, ‘nuf said. I am reading The Time Traveler’s Wife, by Audrey Niffenegger and enjoying it a great deal. One thing nags at me though – she seems to have borrowed the whole ChronoMoving thing – the central element of the way time travel works, from Jasper Fforde’s books. It could well be that both authors hit on the same device at the same time. That happens more often than you’d think, like the ideas are streaming through the air. Did anyone else get the same sense? This is not to take away from the book at all – she’s a good writer.
Low point of the trip so far: having a very large man, who had recently eaten broccoli, break wind with his butt inches from my face while I was strapped into my plane seat and he was standing in the crowded aisle. Ack. Ack. Ack. Not much you can do in a situation like that except to hold your breath until you slip into unconsciousness. I tried. It didn’t work.
High point of the trip so far: this morning’s walk along the waterfront. Seattle is an excellent city. Note to all family members reading this: let’s come back here and play!
Here’s what I saw:
The cherry trees are blooming here!! (Sun wasn’t quite up when I took the photo. Use your imagination.)
Fish market is very, very cool.
Sleepy author and Jumbo Grilling Lobster Tails.
My ride, the lovely Tina, will be here in a minute. Thanks Max, for the great note about PROM. Very fitting that you found one of the special signed copies!