Ann Leary, author of The Good House
Author of The Good House
Happy holidays to all my dear friends and readers.
Here are some chilly scenes of winter for you:
That’s Gabriel’s back above. No we don’t blanket in the winter, they grow thick cozy coats of their own.
One of my New Year’s resolutions is to make my blog less doggy, as I think some of you get sick of seeing our girls all the time. So I’ve decided to go out with a bang.
Here are three sleepy girls after a long day.
I haven’t posted in a few days because I can’t find the USB cord that attaches my camera to the computer, rendering me virtually mute, as I’ve become seriously dependent on photographs for this blog. Now I’m forced to use my words, as I did at the beginning of the blog, when I didn’t know how to load photos. But, I’ve been working and reworking my pathetic collection of words all day and can’t summon enough wit for an interesting post, so instead, I’ll print a short passage from Dylan Thomas’s A Child’s Christmas in Wales.
If you indulge yourself in nothing else this holiday season, I implore you to march yourself over to itunes and download the audiobook recording of Dylan Thomas reading this treasure himself. Get the Dylan Thomas version, not a version read by a famous actor!
Maybe some of you will recall that I have a weekly NPR radio show called IN HOUSE. The show was on hiatus for a while because I had surgery and then really needed some time to work on my book. Well, tomorrow WHDD-FM, (robinhoodradio.com), will broadcast a brand new episode of IN HOUSE, featuring author and NPR commentator Heather King.
We had a little snow over the weekend, which was nice as we had just decorated the tree.
I found some photos of our place last year after a snowstorm, so I thought I’d post them to get everyone in the holiday spirit.
Here’s our little tree sprite, Coco, standing on a woodpile:
Today I bought our Christmas tree. I bought a small tree this year, as our lanky six foot fiver is not here to put on the star, but also because we have decided to have everything smaller this Christmas, because of the economy and everything. Denis was flying back from Chicago – the final leg of his book tour and Dev was at school. So I picked out the tree myself, and felt a little sad watching the excited little ones choosing their trees with their families. Kids were jumping up and down, they were so thrilled about Christmas!
My friend Sarah has written a children’s book about the history of plumbing. Children’s book or not, I cannot wait until it’s published because it’s supposed to have all sorts of cool/gross stuff about people dumping chamber pots out of city windows and men and women conversing in multi-seated outhouses. Ahhhh, the good old days.
For her book, she needed a photograph of a horse, but not just any horse. She needed a work horse. Our Snoopy is a draft cross so I volunteered him and he was very casual and relaxed about the whole thing. I think he wanted the photographer to think that people are always wanting to take his photo, so be gave the impression of being very unaffected, while, in fact, I know that he was LOVING the limelight.
First, I think I might have jumped the gun in announcing Denis’s NY Times Bestseller status. He sent me this: Download file
and I see it’s dated December 7th. I guess they report this week’s bestsellers next week?
