The Ann Arbor Book Festival was slow and cold and rainy, but there was still much fun to be had. I spent the weekend masquerading as one of those people who happily bring their children along to literary events rather than leaving them at home with the grandparents. I really admire those people, though I don't think I'll be masquerading as one of them again for quite a while.
I hadn't been to Ann Arbor in almost ten years, so things looked different. The old independent coffeehouse where I used to work is now a Starbucks. There are stores everywhere, and they're even knocking down buildings on campus. I expected a surge of nostalgia, but it never came.
It was great hanging with Mustang Adam in the book fair and helping him rediscover Cheerios.
Here we are with my almost-five-year-old Gabi and her baby doll, Tuki. You'll note the public access station's camera in the background, which possibly caught some interesting footage of me nursing Ray while filming passersby naming their favorite books. I guess that brings new meaning to the term Exhibitor.
Now I'm off to shovel through my inbox and ponder the new vehicle that I am planning to purchase in the near future. After my first road trip with two children, I am certain that the new ride will be bigger than a Corolla.