By the beginning of last week, the week that contained the dreaded 1st March, I appeared to be the only person completely unexcited by this upcoming momentous launch. “Oh how EXCITING!” people exclaimed.
Exciting? I thought. Exciting! No Way! What if no one turns up? I’ve never even been to Fairfield House, the place suggested by the bookstore. I’m not sure many of the people who came to my local launch at the Motueka Library for Nesting on the Nushagak, would even bother to make that trek into the centre of Nelson city on a hot mid week night at 5:30 pm. They would have to fight against traffic, tiredness and the prospect of parting with money, and not even able to have a glass of wine if they were driving.
So now what? Well heaps to do as usual. I have had orders, emails and talk requests, so before the dust settles I want to first mail out some books to my special Yup’ik and Cup’ik friends.
Cecilia, the skilled elder from Chevak, made me those mukluks that were displayed in the shop window. Her daughter who had seen the pic on the internet commented, “Hmm, I saw that and wondered if my mom made those… Hahaha, she'll surely be pleased to see this! ” Isn’t it a small world?