Tuesday, June 27, 2006


What a week

All I want to do is paint, write in my journal, and blog, and these pesky customers keep interrupting me. To buy books, of all things. One would almost think I was attempting to run a business here! But kidding aside - it's been a wild week: a few new paintings made before and during shop hours, they just won't wait for any spare time I might have, then a visit from one of my oldest friends, who I hadn't seen in about fifteen years, and which sent me toes over teakettle, and my phone ringing off the hook because my entire family is on baby-watch as my younger sister's due date rapidly approaches. I dearly love being an aunt (the book aunt, naturally, to my older sister's daughter, and to Ryan's brother's two girls) and am looking forward to another addition to the family! Or should I say edition. Ha. But what with one thing and another, I haven't been paying much attention to business. This hasn't stopped people from coming in, however, thank goodness. In fact, my receipts tell me that the summer season has officially started. Every year I forget that people actually want to buy nice things when they are on vacation. They have disposable income. And so they buy expensive books about Frank Lloyd Wright, early John Updike first editions, and such, without batting an eye. It's quite bracing, really.

I have heard it said that life is what happens while we are busy doing other things. I guess that also applies to running a book store! I hope many literate, well-heeled customers find their way to your door this summer.
Updike's been in the news quite abit lately,with his new book and BEA speech(that was reprinted in the NYT Book Review last Sunday) so it's good to see that buzz helping you make some

I've only read one Updike book,The Witches of Eastwick,and have to confess that I liked the movie way better:)
Thanks for commenting, and for your good wishes re. my retail enterprise. I tend to forget that I do run a business, not a literary salon or private lending library or some such thing. When things get slow, that is. When sales are brisk, I'm happy as a clam at high tide.
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