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Post date: May 01, 2010 10:34:13 PM
On April 29th, the day of my first public book signing, there was a teacher's strike! This meant the kids weren't in school. This meant I could put them to work! I took Donald and two of his friends to Mills and made them all wear strike t-shirts to publicize the upcoming event. I taught them how to collect cash and suggestive sell and give away free stuff.
After a while they were set free to run around campus and shout and throw things at each other (reminding all who go there why it's so nice to have a place for women only).
On the way there, we stopped by to honk for the picketing teachers. The IRONY of me having my first book signing ABOUT a strike on the DAY my husband was ALSO on strike was not lost on anyone.<< Here is my revolting husband. Here's what he learned from his strike.Another teacher took this photo >>of my book "hot off the press."My forced grin expresses the excitement and relief of having a shipment of books in hand at the last minute, after the horror of it failing to arrive when scheduled and having to be replaced in an expensive rush. I had asked my sister-in-law, "What does this mean? Is the universe trying to tell me something?" Is there some sort of a curse that's warning me I shouldn't be doing this? "You're already doing it," she said. "Maybe it's a message to be more flexible." That's what I learned.
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