...in a ballroom, but it actually happened on Thursday at the welcoming reception for Robert Currie, Saskatchewan's new Poet Laureate. I stood within feet of the cake table and I caught an occasional glimpse of the lovely trays of cake as I chatted away with people, but I never did reach the table. H loaded his plate with cake a few times, the icing of each square licked by the chandelier. He gave me a few of his squares. Very few.
The event was impressive. After the official ceremony and before the ballroom and the cake, Tracy Hamon gave H and I a quick tour of the second floor of Government House. Tracy can now be heard over at AuthorsAloud. What a great site.
On our way to Regina for the reception I saw a culvert that I just had to photograph, so there I was standing in the ditch, clad in a skirt, waving on the traffic that had slowed down to gawk. As I was shooting, a huge cat started across the ice, meowing all the way.
We took off before the cat got too close. I spent the rest of the trip shining my shoes and picking weeds out of my tights.