My friend, Carol, sent me an e-mail this morning indicating Randy and she would not be at Breakfast Club because they needed to attend a funeral (lots of funerals this week!). She didn't want me to sit there alone, although I am okay with it. Mary called me later on to report that she was laid up with some illness requiring antibiotics so it's good that I didn't go to The Club. That is two weeks in a row that I have missed it, and I am getting hungry for their fried baby red potatoes!
It was also fine to miss breakfast since I had lunch plans already in place. I was meeting a newly reconnected Facebook friend, Belinda, who is married to one of my former employees/coworkers. She is a published writer, mostly cookbooks, as well as being the editor of a local paper in the past. Presently she works for one of the State Colleges. We had met up a couple years back at a Writer's Conference at the Beach, and as I mentioned, once more via Facebook. Gotta love that Facebook!
We had a wonderful time chatting, even though the time was limited due to her being on a lunch hour (or two!) but we managed to cover many topics. Her daughter attends the same magnet school that my friend, Rita's, son attends, and they are the same age at that. She was telling me about self-publishing and how e-publishing is getting to be the rage. Not sure how that would work for cookbooks but for essays and briefer manuscripts, it might fly. I told her the story about my dentist visit where I had my book from Linda, "Killing Lincoln" in my hand at the desk. The receptionist told me she is reading the same book right now on her Kindle, and the dental assistant reported she is listening to it on a download. All reading the same book, at the same time, but on a different venue. Interesting and amazing!!
Justin was borrowing my car for the evening and offered to run to the store for me, in case I needed something to serve for dinner. Betty, my dear friend with whom I also worked for years, was coming over for dinner. Our meal was made the night before by Justin, the pork chops with cinnamon apples on top. Oh, my, just as good as the first time they were cooked! I needed nothing but it was nice of him to ask. He was going to his friend, Ron's house and then out to Bahama Breeze for dinner with his pals. It was too bad he was gone by the time Betty arrived as she would like to have seen him again.
We just sat and talked, I so enjoy hearing about Betty's classes she is taking for her degree in business. Some of the classes are kicking her butt, so to speak, this semester but she is hanging in there. One of her gripes is that the professors who grade her papers for proper grammar and usage scarcely can write a complete sentence themselves. I had a teacher in high school who left there to teach "engineers how to write" at a school in the neighboring county. What does that mean, exactly? It means that just because a person can figure out how to build a road or erect a building does not necessarily mean they can write it down...
