Next week the Left Coast Crime Conference will be in Phoenix, AZ. The first thing you receive after you sign in to register, is a badge with your name and a swag bag. The bag contains a plethora of books samples, and other marketing gizmos from authors and publishers. Over the years I treasured the actual bags because some are real art pieces. Way back they were made of real fabric with colorful designs or logos, dates and places. I’m sure you get the picture.
The last memorable bag is from the Matera Women’s Fiction festival, that’s in Italy and it’s a yearly conference. That’s the bag in the picture. La Borsa del Libro translates to the book bag. Anyway, I really, really like the way the designer managed to represent women from different cultures and ethnicities. I keep the bag by my desk and when I have to take books somewhere that’s what I use. Lately I noticed the resident ferret taking her day time naps in the bag, by my feet. The first time I nearly stepped on her, she is so small she hardly makes a bump. But truth be told, I found the napping next to me and in my book bag quite endearing.
Then the other morning I woke to sounds of the ferret munching on her kibble. I figured it was time to get up. That’s our routine and if she isn’t munching, I worry.
I’m about to get my feet into my slippers when I notice something unusual. My Matera book bag is next to my slippers, next to my bed. Ah! How did it get there? Next thing I know, the ferret comes over, slides into the bag and goes to sleep. Apparently this is now her traveling sleeping bag. Well, I wanted to know how she managed to get the bag from my desk to my bed. I mean this is a little furry thing the size of a small rat and no, she isn’t a rodent. I had mental pictures of the ferret grabbing the handles between her teeth and pulling, pulling. I was wrong. After I put the bag under my desk, I started to pay attention and finally caught her in the act. She pushes with her nose. Yes siree, puts her little head down, under the bag and starts pushing a little at a time until she gets her sleeping bag exactly where she wants it. By then she barely makes it inside and she goes to sleep for hours.