Too much boring data for one update
I had a post all written at the Portland Airport last Monday (free wireless! Woot!) but as the plane started to load and I tried to upload, lj decided I wasn't me and the post disappeared into the ether. This discouraged me from trying again to wax somewhat eloquent about the lovely visit with
rainkatt and the lashings of champagne and the technology madness ensuing from the trip to the Apple store, but...
Suffice it to say it was a lovely, well-fed and relaxing weekend, for me at least, and rainkatt was nice enough to say she found my gentle nudging about 3-year-old unopened mail helpful.
As soon as I got back , there was setting up B's new computer, which involved a quick trip to Sacramento (be forewarned-- if you are one of the six remaining people with the old plexiglas Apple flat panel monitor, it requires a $99 adapter to talk to a new Mac Mini), shipping out the weekend's orders under the new postal rates, including my first ever bulk order to Mexico (a 6-volume set that Amazon laughingly supposed could be mailed for $12), packing up for yesterday's local book fair, and making sure there were clean sheets on the guest bed for our bookseller colleagues who come down from Oregon for the fair.
The fair went well, but we had twice as much stock as was reasonable to load in, set up, repack and load out for a one-day event in a 10-x10 foot space. We set a new record and were absolutely the last people out of the hall. By the time we got the final load into the second mini-van (don't even ask) exhibition service providers were done tearing down tables and panels and were hinting madly that they'd like us to get the hell out so they could go home.
Hot tub the minute we got home, crashing early, but I did finally get to the end of Robertson Davies' The Deptford Trilogy, which I'll probably have to read again to discuss coherently. The lovely new Folio Society illustrated edition was irresistible with Tarot-like artwork by the amazing Peter Suart, but it was far too heavy for travel reading. I should have thought longer...
::fades fast; eyes sofa longingly for second nap of day::
rainkatt and the lashings of champagne and the technology madness ensuing from the trip to the Apple store, but...
Suffice it to say it was a lovely, well-fed and relaxing weekend, for me at least, and rainkatt was nice enough to say she found my gentle nudging about 3-year-old unopened mail helpful.
As soon as I got back , there was setting up B's new computer, which involved a quick trip to Sacramento (be forewarned-- if you are one of the six remaining people with the old plexiglas Apple flat panel monitor, it requires a $99 adapter to talk to a new Mac Mini), shipping out the weekend's orders under the new postal rates, including my first ever bulk order to Mexico (a 6-volume set that Amazon laughingly supposed could be mailed for $12), packing up for yesterday's local book fair, and making sure there were clean sheets on the guest bed for our bookseller colleagues who come down from Oregon for the fair.
The fair went well, but we had twice as much stock as was reasonable to load in, set up, repack and load out for a one-day event in a 10-x10 foot space. We set a new record and were absolutely the last people out of the hall. By the time we got the final load into the second mini-van (don't even ask) exhibition service providers were done tearing down tables and panels and were hinting madly that they'd like us to get the hell out so they could go home.
Hot tub the minute we got home, crashing early, but I did finally get to the end of Robertson Davies' The Deptford Trilogy, which I'll probably have to read again to discuss coherently. The lovely new Folio Society illustrated edition was irresistible with Tarot-like artwork by the amazing Peter Suart, but it was far too heavy for travel reading. I should have thought longer...
::fades fast; eyes sofa longingly for second nap of day::