Friday, May 17, 2013

On the Road, a.k.a., North of Francis

Rowboats, Firewood, Music, More Firewood... and Hot Cross Buns

Note to reader:  The following is written as a first effort to look at a computer screen while under the malaise of a mild concussion.  Judy says to quit riding bikes.  I say shad-up to that.
Judy took Hot Cross Buns on the road a couple of weeks ago to Darvill's Bookstore on Orcas Island.  (Note above flyer.)
Her trip -- one in which she sequestered herself in the nongovernmental way to get some serious writing done on her book -- marked our first time we've taken the HCB road show north of Francis.  For those of you unfamiliar with Spokane, Francis is the east/west street that forever has delineated the North Side from the South Side of Spokane.
Look at the map, Orcas is north of Francis and west a few hundred miles in the San Juans.  Inroads to Spokane's North Side are trickier to maneuver than others.
Oh, and Judy's most remarkable authorette insight after spending five days writing full time?  It takes a hell of a long time for one person to crank out 15,000 words  Her book will be out in 2040.
Note to reader: Whoa, my head is starting to hurt!
Meanwhile, I went waaaaay north of Spokane to Colbert on the Little Spokane River.  South Hill  people -- where HCB is based -- whine about how far away the North Side is.  I swear it only took me 30 minutes to get to my destination.  And that was driving Division Street, a.k.a., A Little Bit of Hell.
Judy was out of town, so I flew solo on this one.  It's hard to talk without being interrupted or interrupting.  We've gotten so good at it.  The balance just wasn't there but then Cindy, the hostess AND Marycliff HS friend, served up a dinner of meatloaf, mash potatoes, green beans, salad and cinnamon bread pudding.  I was good to go.
Later that week, Judy and I travelled north again to another full-meal-deal!  We were back in our groove. Interrupting each other, that is.
I've lost count of the number of book groups we've visited, but no one book group is the same.  There's probably a book there somewhere.  It's probably been written already.
Note to reader:  My head is pounding and this is an exceedingly boring blog.  I have good photos of my injuries, though, that I will share later.  Sorry  Judy.

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Not Your Mother's Junior League

No Robert's Rule of Orders Here!

When Judy said we were scheduled to yack about Hot Cross Buns and the writing adventures of Judy and Sarah at a Junior League of Spokane meeting I kind of felt sick.

Note:  Judy and I put our time in with the Junior League.  I met some of my best of friends there (as my mother said I would when I moved back to Spokane in the mid-80s), including Judy. Yes sir, we worked -- excuse my language -- our asses off!  There were rummage sales, golf exhibitions, countless committee meetings and the infamous General Membership Meetings that often ran late into the night. Alas, I did become a pro at Robert's Rule of Order, which is something everyone should know whether they like it or not.

So, yeah, I was a little taken aback at the thought of communing with JLSers about Hot Cross Buns at "a meeting."  And then Judy patiently explained "No, ignance, they have a book group."

And I'll be damned, they do!  And there isn't a fund raising or training twist, just good company and fun. One thing that hasn't changed?  JLS gatherings always promise good food. 

If this book group is any indicator, it seems to me JLS is re-inventing itself.  Yes, it's still a crack training organization, but guess what?  They seem to be -- for lack of a better term -- balancing the load.

"Have fun." is not in any Junior League bylaws.  Back in the day, we found fun folding rummage for hours and hours at the fairgrounds or tending a two-year load that was the golf exhibition. Basically, we were like cheap dates.
There is no way Judy and I could have found time to write a book AND do Junior League.  Our plates was full enough with the cookbook.

I wonder how many current Junior Leaguers were tots when their mom were active members and decided "No way in he-double-hockey-sticks am I doing what mom did!"  Lesson well learned, I say.

Keep having fun!