It has been one eventful week.
A cousin’s battle with health issues came to an end. My brother and I decided to drive to Buffalo, NY for the funeral.
A facebook friend gave me suggestions for hotels. I was intrigued by a new hotel in a historic building in downtown Buffalo. The Richardson Hotel, whose building was designed by Henry Hobson Richardson, is situated on a grounds designed by Frederick Law Olmstead. It is located near legendary Forest Lawn Cemetery, the art museum, the university, and other attractions. It was once an asylum. The red sandstone building is Romanesque Revival in style, and consists of long wings on either side of the towers.
We set off at 1 pm for a five hour drive. We were a few miles down the road when the low tire pressure warning light came on. We were literally driving past a tire store, and drove in. They warned of a 2 1/2 hour wait. Across the street was another tire store, so we made our way there. Same wait time. We searched maps and found a third store near by. They took us right away. At 2:45, we were on our way again.
A lane closure has us at a crawl for 2 miles. We finally reached the Port Huron bridge to Ontario four hours after we left!
We reached the hotel at 8:45 at night, exhausted and weary. And promptly went to the wrong wing and couldn’t find our rooms! We found out way back to the desk after walking 3/4 of a mile through the long halls. After learning our way around, we had a comfortable stay.
We had a little free time to visit our parents at the Elmlawn Cemetery in Tonawanda, NY, and to drive along the Niagara River. We accidently found an amazing restaurant for seafood, visited a book store in the Elmwood neighborhood, and lunched at an upscale taco place.
On Saturday morning, my brother went to see a Frank Llyod Wright house and even where our grandfather worked during WWII. I was tired and stayed at the hotel that morning.
We drove along the Niagara River and by the Grand Island Bridge, places I know so well. We had lunch at a restaurant on the Erie Canal in downtown Tonawanda, dining on local Buffalo cuisine–beef on weck. The ‘weck’ is kummelweck rolls, topped with caraway and salt. I couldn’t eat it all!
I have masked in public and avoided eating out for three years. But I didn’t mask at the visitation, funeral, funeral luncheon, or family gathering. We had to eat all our meals out. So, perhaps it was no surprise that by the time we drove back home, I was feeling poorly. The next day I was tested for flu, strep, and covid–and came out with Paxlovid. The day after that, my brother and my husband tested positive for covid.
Paxlovid has been a miracle for me, and after three doses I felt nearly ‘normal.’
Waiting for me at home was book mail!
From A. A. Knopf came Tomorrow Perhaps the Future: Writers, Outsiders, and the Spanish Civil War by Sarah Watling and The Lost Wife by Susanna Moore.
And I received Mending What is Broken by Robert McKean from Caitlin Hamilton Marketing.
New galleys on the shelf include
- White House Wild Child: How Alice Roosevelt Broke All the Rules and Won the Heart of America by Shelley Fraser Mickle
- Class by Stephanie Land, author of the hit Maid
- You Have to Be Prepared to Die Before You Can Begin to Live: Ten Weeks in Birmingham that Changed America by Paul Kix
- The Nightingale Affair by Tim Mason
I also received a surprise package from Simon & Schuster Book Club Favorites: a set of illustrations for the imaginary world in the novel The Secret Book of Flora Lea by Patti Callahan Henry! I had just started reading the novel and love it. The photo of the book cover doesn’t do it justice. It is beautifully designed.
Exciting news for the library book club! I have been hoping to schedule more author Zoom meetings and was given permission for 3 to 4 a year, as the readers love them but also want to meet in person. I was lucky that Anthony Marra graciously agreed to join us next month! We read his novel A Constellation of Vital Phenomena a few months ago, and are next reading Mercury Pictures Presents.
You bet I will be masking again in public. The minute clinic nurse said she hadn’t seen covid for a few weeks, but funerals were notorious speaders.
Stay safe.
Find your bliss.