Or maybe I'm still jetlagged. Got back to San Francisco Tuesday four hours late from New York. Not New York's fault. SF was foggy so SFO authorities closed a runway. Yesterday was spent in my own personal fog.
Still, I had to meet with the designer for the poster and card for our panel gig in two weeks. We were already late bkz head shots and book illustrations were not received in enough time before Adrian went to Europe for three weeks. But what is is, in life and books; learn to make lemonade--or cranberry apple juice. (It's red, see?)
As I trudged my way to Martha's Coffee on Church, the first three people I met were gingers. In total, I passed six gingers before walking in Martha's door. What a relief after New York. Not that I'm against being different. What can you do about it when you are?
Or maybe it's because it's Thanksgiving in the U.S. (If we were Canadian, it would be all over, even the turkey carcass soup.) Not that I reserve just one day for thanks. Life is too full of interesting activities and intriguing people and amazing accidents of fate not to feel thankful every day. Okay, now I've come out. Yes, I am an optimist.
I'm going to a family dinner at which I'll be the only ginger, only Queer, only person living in a city of more than 100,000 inhabitants. Also the ONLY political liberal. But we love each other just the same. Besides, there will be turkey and I've made an excellent pasta salad for the vegetarian attending. Maybe she/he will have red hair.
Buy our ginger stuff!
Ginger Snaps the Book at http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/3577527
ginger and/or gingerphile red t-shirts at http://gingergingerphiletee.logosoftwear.com
P.S.: Thanksgiving Ginger fact: Captain Miles Standish was a redhead.
P.S.: Thanksgiving Ginger fact: Captain Miles Standish was a redhead.
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