This last weekend was Conflikt, our local filk convention. GOH was the incomparable Judi Miller; Vixy and Tony were the toast-band, Mark Peters was Interfilk guest, and there was the usual assortment of other guests, including Mary Crowell doing a concert and album release party.
Mark's guest panel was unusual -- he's the sound person for OVFF, so it was a combination talk and live demo. Fun! Judi, in addition to being a simply amazing sign-language interpreter, has a beautiful singing voice as well.
I only sang a few songs: Windward, plus helping Chaos with Filk Inside the Circle (her filk of World Inside the Crystal) Saturday; The Bears and Millennium's Dawn on Sunday while the brunch was going on elsewhere.
Some lovely catching up with people, and I met a couple of new people (Halley and Becca)
I've been stressed all week about the impending move (impending -- that's what doom does, right?) plus the impending (see above) live tests that our project really isn't ready for. Last night was particularly bad; a combination of con drop, frantic sorting, and some highly stressful cleanup. When I finally got to bed I just curled up into a ball for a while. Cat therapy helps some.
Sorting is hard. There are a lot of old memories that I'm having trouble processing, not to mention just plain grieving. Still, there are bright spots. For a while now we've been tossing some items into boxes labeled "Interfilk". There were three of them. It took me an hour and a half to unpack everything and put bid sheets on it; I think we amounted to about a third of the items. *Sigh* a lot of history there. But when something's been in a box for the last five years, or ten, and you haven't missed it, there's really not much point in hanging on to it.
Doesn't keep me from wishing I didn't have to.
So 2017 started with an inch of snow on the ground, and the entire week has been unseasonably cold. Welcome to global warming? I spent most of last week trying, with limited success, to catch up on the things I'd fallen behind on over my week of vacaton. I may survive the month.
Now that LJ has moved its servers to Russia (dropping HTTPS and at least a hundred pro-Ukraine blogs in the process), it seemed like a good time to disable comments on my crossposts and direct all comments to Dreamwidth. If you're reading this on LJ you can comment there with OpenID as [yourname]@livejournal.com. But I think you'd be better off making yourself a Dreamwidth account, importing your LJ, and crossposting. Just ask if you need help -- I've been giving out lots of advice.
The other news is that we (N and I) bought a new (to us) car -- it's a 2004 Honda Odyssey which (who?) seems to be going by the name Rosie.
We have also done quite a bit of cleaning-up and downsizing; first order of business is to get the downstairs cleared out so it can have a new floor and kitchen cabinets installed. Needs doing.
... and yesterday I transplanted my storage server into a small case. It's back on the mini-ITX board I'd had it on for the last couple of years; the smaller case makes a lot more room on the shelf. Downsizing.
Looks like it's going to be an interesting year. Lots of adventures. Nasty, uncomfortable things.
So now that 2016 is dead and buried -- not necessarily in that order -- let's see what we can make of 2017. Hopefully the goals will be more achievable, if not necessarily easier, because if they're not I'm going to have trouble surviving the next year.
- Downsize. Get rid of as much stuff as we feasibly can, so that we can...
- Sell the house. Preferably in such a way that we can move out somewhere around the middle of June.
- Retire. If possible, after the house is sold. If at all possible, after my stock vests in mid-June, because we're going to need it.
- Move. No idea where; we've had enough monkey wrenches lobbed into our plans that I could start a hardware store.
- Settle in. We will have emergency exit plans, but hopefully won't have to use them.
- Take care of myself. Self-care is one of my weak points. Diet, exercise, ... damned if I know -- I hate exercise.
Is that too much to aim for? I hope not. There are a few things I'd like to do, if I can:
- Get back into recording.
- Do a lot more writing. I wrote a book once; it's not impossible for me to do it again.
- Do a little woodworking.
- Do something that will bring in a little money. I'm not sure I'm up for contracting again, but writing could do it. So could an album or two. And maybe I could start a patreon.
Seventeen years ago I wrote a song, "Millenium's dawn.". It was nostalgic, and disillsioned, and had a place between the last two choruses where a verse ought to have been, but nothing seemed to fit. A year and a half ago, I wrote that verse.
Now we're out where the daylight can find us, But our journey has hardly begun; There are old bridges blazing behind us, And we're drawing new maps as we run. If we want the bright future we charted We must chase down our dreams where they've gone, And finish the work that we started By the light of the Millenium's dawn. Yes, we'll make the rockets thunder To carry us up past the skies; We will build new cities of wonder To gleam in the bright sunrise; Here's hope to heal your sorrow Now that the old dreams are gone, And the past has turned into tomorrow After the Millenium's dawn.