|At the Decatur Public Library...Mother and daughter.|
I knelt in front of the case and coo-ed, then started taking pictures, secretly hoping someone would come up to me and ask me why I was doing this.
"Because this is my book!" I imagined I would answer proudly. "I wrote this. And there it is--in a case. At the library! Amazing, innit?"
But, as so often happens, people pointedly ignored my cray-cray. Which just reminded me how important it is to have friends who "get" you. My writer friends would have squee-d loudly right along with me, shushing-librarians be damned!
Having writer friends is a must. Take, for example, what happened last week when I had lunch with my pal, Elizabeth O. Dulemba. Driving through Avondale Estates, Elizabeth cried out, "Oh my god, did you see that?"
"Huh? What?" I asked in my exceptionally witty way.
"We have to go back and check this out," she said, inspiring me to take the "mom-van" on a turn so sharp, we nearly made it on two wheels.
"Keep going, keep going!" she urged as we approached the parking lot of a church in construction.
And this is what we saw:
|Out in the open, in the parking lot! As if Egypt in Atlanta wasn't just a tad...weird.|
|The sphinxes (sphinxii?) had tubes in their mouths. Fountains?|
|Elizabeth cozies up to the "big guy."|