Rainy day Wednesday
I discovered that it was raining at about 5 o’clock this morning, when Ming decided to crawl under the covers with me. Unfortunately, he decided this just after he’d been outside in the rain, so I was rudely awoken by a sopping wet and very cold cat pressing against my legs – not a pleasant experience! (I’m sure Ming manages to get wetter than any other cat I’ve encountered – he doesn’t seem to actually avoid being out in the rain like most cats do, and regularly comes inside with his fur standing up in spikes because he’s soaked to the skin. Of course, then I’m soppy enough to get a towel and dry him off, which he loves, so maybe he just does it on purpose to get attention…)
Remember in my last entry, I mentioned having sat in the park watching a book I’d released, and seeing someone pick it up? Well they journalled it! Only an anonymous journal entry, but cool anyway. I got another cool catch recently too – The Scarletti Inheritance, yet another of the books I released in Akaroa at the convention.
I was very brave at the weekend – I went to Trattorie for lunch on Saturday (no, that wasn’t the brave bit), and was sitting near the OCZ bookshelf. Just as I was getting ready to leave, a family came in and sat at the next table. The woman looked at the bookshelf, and said to her husband “That’s that thing they had on the news the other night, [some name I can’t remember, sounded like a friend] was telling me about it”. They discussed the idea of Bookcrossing for a while, and sounded interested, so as I got up to leave I gathered all my courage and said “Excuse me, I couldn’t help overhearing you were talking about Bookcrossing”, and introduced myself as one of the local Bookcrossers, told them about our monthly breakfast at Trattorie, and answered a few questions they had. I’m terrible at talking to strangers like that, so I was quite proud of myself! Hope they actually come along to one of the breakfasts now, after all that effort!
Currently reading: Stancliffe’s Hotel by Charlotte Brontë (I really must get round to finishing the last few pages!), The Blind Watchmaker by Richard Dawkins, and Where Did I Go Right? by Andrew Collins
Sura was like that – he’d come inside soaking wet and looking puzzled about it. Kimi, on the other hand, seemed to have the knack of walking between the drops.
You *were* brave! I’m hopeless in situations like that.