I may have mentioned that my mom (aka Grandma Sisi) is moving here. By here I mean locally, to California. To my area. Within driving distance from my house. What I’m trying to say is, she can babysit. And be here for holidays. And go out to lunch with me. And see her grandkids and all that.
We haven’t lived in the same town since I was 18. So this is amazing.
She is coming from Minnesota where it is cold in the winter. She hates cold. She hates winter.
So of course I’d gloat every year when we’d talk on the phone:
“Oh, it is 80 degrees here. And sunny. Course it is always sunny. The flowers are blooming and the birds are singing. Yeah, southern California weather is great. How is your weather? How many seconds can you stand outside without freezing to death* today?”
(*Literally. I grew up there and school got cancelled all the time because it was too cold out. Not because of snow. But because of temperature. If I stood outside waiting for the bus I could die. Or at least loose a few fingers or toes from frostbite. That was some seriously cold weather.)
The weather here? Always nice. Always sunny. Always warm. Just wait! When she steps off the airplane she will get a dose of what sunny December is like in Los Angeles and she will love it.
I picked her up at the airport this week.
Raining. Grey. Cold.
Um. Oops. I swear every time my mom has visited it has rained. She truly doesn’t believe me that the weather is nice here. She’ll find out soon enough. (Unless of course she is a rain goddess and doesn’t even know it like Rob McKenna.)
Anyway, she arrived!
We’ve been running around doing move related things like getting her a car and a cell phone and cleaning supplies and towels and food and cable and internet and a refrigerator. I’ve been rather distracted and busy.
So busy that when I was at the drugstore picking up a few things my phone rang.
It was my agent, Katherine.
She asks if I remembered about the conference call.
The conference call that is happening right now?
Yes indeed. I completely blew off a conference call and everyone was already on the line. Waiting for me.
Who was was waiting? Oh, only my agent, my editor and the entire publicity department of my publisher. The publicity department is the one that makes sure you are reliable and then sets up interviews and signings and public appearances surrounding a book release.
I clearly made a great impression.
I did join the call late and they were all totally understanding actually.
And I have no idea about book tours or any such things that will happen in March 2013 when the book comes out. We’ve only just started talking about it. At least when I bother to join the call.
Forget anything important lately?