At work today, by my math, I did 102% in my home department folding clothes— 159 fixes to be exact during a ten-hour shift that started with a 20+ minute meeting. Yesterday I shipped 565 packages in Freestyle, which is 113%.
Sunday we were off, a paid holiday to recognize Juneteenth. The teenager and I used the time to visit the senior community where my mom lives as one of her neighbors wanted some of my books.
Grandma S bought all three of my current novels and a copy of the Parisian Phoenix anthology, Not an Able-Bodied White Man with Money, as it contains essays by me, the teenager and her father.
Grandma S, the teenager and I had a lovely visit where I finally got to meet her mammoth cat.
And we all know I love a cat.
We stopped to see my mom and her partner on our way out — thought it would be a good surprise for Father’s Day as the teenager has good memories of my mother and her roommate that involve Yoo-Hoo and tractors and cornfields.
My mom asked for several books as well.
And then some discussions happened that made me think maybe the senior community might be the closest thing I have to a “street team” to publicize my books.
Grandma S said she saw my clumsy video of me reading from Manipulations on Facebook and wants to read more.
Mom apparently enjoyed deciphering the locales and familiar faces in the novel. One of her friends reported that the first novel jumped around too much and was hard to follow. She’s apparently reading the second now.
Tomorrow I’m supposed to get my cast off.
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