Walking through the Decatur Public Library, I stopped cold when I came across this:
|At the Decatur Public Library…Mother and daughter.|
There. In a case, behind a lovely Cleopatra figurine was…my book! Now, Joe Davich at the Georgia Center for the Book, had mentioned that they’d included my book in the library’s princess displays, but I’d forgotten all about it. (Sorry, Joe!)
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.|
Right there, in the parking lot! Isis. Anubis. The sphinx. All out in the open, presumably for the African church next door under construction. How awesome is that? And how awesome that my bud absolutely knew that I had to see it?
|The sphinxes (sphinxii?) had tubes in their mouths. Fountains?|
The church under construction seemed somewhat small, so we were intrigued by the size of these decorations. How in the world will they fit it all in?
|Elizabeth cozies up to the “big guy.”|
I can only imagine just how magical it will all look inside. After all, it turned a dreary, wet, ordinary day into something extraordinary–a parking lot full o’ wonder.