We novelists do a lot of living in our minds. We can go to other countries, other eras, other planets from the comfort of our desk chairs. We create characters who talk to us and to one another.
But living in my mind is not enough for me (as wonderful as it is at times). Some days I need to leave my office, leave behind my computer and email, leave behind my characters and plot points, not for mere errands but to live.
So that’s what I’m doing tomorrow. I’m playing hookey again. The second time this month! My three oldest grandkids and I are going to the Western Idaho Fair. People-watching galore! Fattening foods. Wonderful smells. Wild rides (I don’t go on the really wild ones). Naturally it is supposed to be about 99 degrees again. Hope I can avoid heat exhaustion.
Normally the Fair is a big family event, but this year both daughters and their hubbies are working. So Grandma Robin volunteered to take the oldest kids. Otherwise, they weren’t going to get to go. Monday is family day when there is no alcohol or smoking allowed anywhere in the grounds and wristbands get us on as many rides as we can manage between noon and 6:00. Bet I won’t last that long, but we’ll see.