Limited Internet Zone. Unlimited Spontaneity.
I feel like I’m back on the Natchez Trace. Except my feet aren’t bleeding. And I’m not about to kill Dad.
For the next week, I’m doing a marathon series of book appearances. Lowcountry South Carolina. Boston area Massachusetts. Eleven appearances in seven days.
And I got my period early. Yay me.
Last night, Cindy and Ed Duryea fed me frogmore stew and gave me a bed in their lovely Beaufort, South Carolina home. If Cindy’s name sounds familiar, it’s because she drove all the way from Beaufort to greet me at the finish line of my walk of the Natchez Trace.
She meant for her appearance to be a surprise.
I got a text from her that morning.
Cindy: What time are you finishing today?
Me: Why? Are you coming to Nashville?
Cindy: No!!! Of course not.
Me: Okay……well…….I’m finishing at 2.
An hour later…….Cindy’s daughter Katy texts me FROM CINDY’S PHONE. Which wouldn’t be a problem, except that Katy lives in Nashville.
Katy: Andra. It’s Katy. From Mom’s phone. Can you speak at my Nashville Rotary club in the morning?
Me: Does that mean I’m gonna see you in an hour?
Cindy and Katy play prominently in the ending of Not Without My Father. I’m grateful to Cindy and Ed for letting me crash at their house for two nights, though you may read a Thursday post about my playing piano in public for the first time in more than a decade and my first foray in a handbell choir in two decades.
I try to be spontaneous. Really. I try.
Please think of me as I charge through new experiences today.