Well, here we are mid-July. Worldcon is on my horizon in August. I'm battling heat and no rain to try to keep my garden alive. And I'm still trying to finish up sending the books I promised back in March and April.
Several people have contacted me to say that they did donate to Doctors Without Borders and did send me a note about it, but they never received a book. Of course I am correcthing that as fast as I can. Letters do go astray, either in the posting process or (ahem) in my custody. I do apologize and will get those sent as quickly as I am told about them.
But sad to say, sometimes it's more difficult for me to fix. This book is for Daniel B. He lives in New York. Zip 10028. On 109th. That's as much of his personal information as I want to share here. I am hoping he sees this post and realizes that I'm still trying to get his book to him. The post office says that the address sticker he sent me has 'insufficient address, unable to forward.' So I don't know if he made a typo in his own address, or if he moved and left no forwarding. This package will sit on the corner of my desk and wait. I hope to hear from him. And to cover all bases, I will send him a post card, addressed the same way, to see if the Post Office made an error. That does happen.
If I missed you, do contact me. Again, PLEASE. Your address should look like this.
Your Name
Street number and street
Apartment # if you have one
City STATE Zip code
Include a copy of the donation receipt (Email is fine this time.)
And let me know how you want the book signed: To Josephine? To Jo,, to Joe, to J ? I don't want to guess wrong! Let's get this all finished!
And now I am off to drag hoses to water my bedraggled gardens, to fill my bird feeders, to buy a new push broom and try to find a small AC unit for my sister's apartment in Assisted Living. And it's time to separate the meat chickens from the laying hens for slaughter. I need to get the car washed. At 11 AM, I will meet up with Andrew at the Writers Refuge and we will do two hours of ignoring each other while we type. Then I'll pay some utility bills, and make a dump run with all the stuff that doesn't fit in a standard garbage can. The broken plastic bins, the old tire, the tent that the mice destroyed. All that stuff I let pile up will go away today. Then maybe something pleasant, like thin apples from the apple tree and see if they are possibly good for a pie or applesauce.
Yup. The elegant life of a writer!