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Worldcon was... well, yes. Something like that, anyway. Good, but
exhausting, somewhat frantic, and marred by a filk hotel that reeked of
smoke everywhere but our room (which was large and well-laid-out). Also,
the Peppermill's WiFi was sporadic at best. Fortunately, between free
valet parking and the fact that convention center parking was free with a
handicap placard, and the CC itself was totally smoke-free, we managed.
We toughed out the smoke in the filk room Friday and Saturday nights;
small, but good energy.
Between meals, laundry, and a couple of good Tempered Glass rehearsals, I
missed the panels completely, and only got to maybe a third of the
concerts. Maybe less. And had some good conversations, but far fewer
than I'd wanted or hoped to. I did get to go hang out in one of the
Peppermill's excellent swimming pools with Naomi on Friday, which was
good. (The pool was long, shallow, and had a waterfall. Fun!)
The fact that we'd had to check out a day early, Sunday rather than
Monday, didn't help at all. Still, family emergencies take precedence
(everybody is safe; no need to worry), and there are some advantages to
having a day free to recover before going to work.
But there were a lot of people we didn't get to hang out with or say
goodbye to. And I go to cons more for the people than anything else these
days. It was good to have another con where I wasn't scheduled to
Backing up, I had a PT appointment Tuesday about my strained right
trapezius muscle -- apparently this is almost entirely the result of bad
posture. Leaving my shoulders slumped and my head forward results in the
trapezius being continuously stretched; actually using it can easily
result in its getting strained. She gave me some exercises; Colleen
claims that she notices a difference after only a week.
Some luggage notes in no particular order: I looked up Southwest's
under-seat stowage dimensions: Chami fits. She worked well on the trip,
too; I was able to piggyback her on the Travelpro, though that combination
really needs a strap to stabilize it. The Amazon electronics box works,
but isn't big enough for everything; I need something about the same width
and depth, but 6" or so longer to fit all the way up one side. I stacked
a smaller box with the recorder in that slot, but it kept falling out.
Another problem is that Chami isn't big enough for a full-sized music
stand desk. I took the Travelpro to the open filk Saturday night, which
worked better but meant largely emptying it and repacking in the
morning. I also tried wearing Chami plus Minnie as a backpack -- way too
heavy for me. And there isn't a good way to wear Chami and Plink
together, either. That may be worth some hacking to accomplish.
In other luggage notes, I managed to leave the blue tote with Colleen's
netbook, kindle, and meds sitting on the floor by the front desk when we
checked in. Fortunately it was found and turned in; the weekend could
have been much worse.
Musical note: I went to Bill Mills'
concert, and discovered that he was a fan of mine! Felt good,
but weird. I gave him a copy of CC&S. At the filk that evening, I
hauled out "Wheelin'" as he was packing up; I think I impressed him.
So... a very mixed bag. Some terrific parts, some miserable parts, a lot
of stress, a few good conversations, quite a few missed opportunities.
And I doubt I'll ever be back to the Peppermill. Good riddance. Did I
mention the tacky mass-produced paintings?
Some good links that came by during the week, up in the notes as usual.