Sunday

Kelly was meeting with Sarah and some of Sarah’s family to go up to Baltimore and pick out flowers for the wedding. We were up early and, after getting rid of an old carpet in her bedroom, both headed out at around 10:30, she to go to Baltimore, and I to go home.

I spent some time packing, this time my bedroom. I got most of the big closet packed and all of my dresser. I still have a little packing to do in there, but my plan is to work on a different room each of the three days that I will be home this week (Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday). I also went through the boxes of books I’d already packed in order to pull out some Barry Malzberg books to get signed this coming weekend at Readercon. I had a vague recollection of which boxes they were in. I had to open 7 boxes (out of 36) to find them. Eventually, I pulled out my first edition hard covers of Beyond Apollo and Hervovit’s World, as well as The Engines of the Night (paperback) and finally, Screen. I’m very excited about this weekend.

Around 1 PM, my plan was to head up to the lake in Greenbelt and do some reading. However, as I was about to make the left turn to head up to Greenbelt, I recalled that I’d always wanted to go out to Annapolis and sit by the water and read. It was a hot day and so I cut over to the right and drove out to Annapolis (stopping briefly to gas up the car). I parked in the usual place and then walked to the Naval Academy, and found a bench at the water’s edge, away from the tourists. I sat down with a bottle of water and The Count of Monte Cristo and read for about 1-1/2 hours. There was a strong breeze blowing, and lot of boats of all kinds out on the water. The picture above shows the bay from my vantage point. It turns out that I sat out there long enough to get a decent sunburn. The book, incidentally, it outstanding so far. I made my way through nearly 200 pages, and it really is a page turner. There were a few things that surprised me, the biggest perhaps being reference (several times) to the use of a telegraph. The book takes place at the end of the Napoleonic era and I forgot that the telegraph existed at this time. The other amusing item is the blurb on the front cover of the book. “A piece of perfect storytelling” by none other than Robert Louis Stevenson (of Treasure Island fame).

It started raining and thundering around 7 PM, about the time Kelly called me to tell of her successes at the flower place today. Looks like that is all taken care of now. I have a softball game tomorrow. In addition, we are heading over to the new place tomorrow to put down the remainder of the deposit and provide them with proof of renter’s insurance.

hello_sunshine confirmed the wording of our wedding invitations this evening and began the process of printing them. And I called Doug tonight and spoke to him briefly.