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It's been a short week. Busy, exhausting, occasionally frustrating,
sometimes spectacularly wonderful. I don't think I can sum it up.
We flew to Seatac on Thursday, picked up our rental car -- I'd been
worried about getting to their offsite lot, but one look at Colleen and
they had someone drive it over for us. Total win. Drove up to Bothell
for our one night at the Country Inn. Not as good as I'd hoped, but the
room was huge, the WiFi was free, and the bar had bar snacks. Then we
headed over to the Herb Farm
I took a wrong turn and got us thoroughly lost. We finally pulled in to
the parking lot, after an hour on the road, just as dinner was starting at
7pm. I was able to answer their call and walk in the door just moments
I was sorry to have missed the garden tour, but dinner's awesomeness was
not really diminished by this. It was just as gloriously awesome as my
last visit, but totally different. Which, as Angela (one of the staff)
told me, is what they aim for. I found myself talking to Angela after
dinner because she looks remarkably like a shorter version of Cat Faber.
I only got slightly lost going back to the hotel. The breakfast buffet
was free, but not really worth it, either.
I got us lost again trying to get to Central Market in Shoreline. I got us there, but it took a while.
(You may start to notice a pattern here.) We were, however, in good
humor, and Colleen enjoyed Central Market as much as I'd hoped she would.
I got lost again getting to the hotel. The overflow hotel, since the
Hilton was full when I went to make our reservations. Only slightly lost
-- I found Google's directions rather unhelpful, as they had been on the
way to the Herb Farm. I was already low on spoons when we got to the
Clarion and realized that Colleen's scooter was going to have problems on
the hills between there and the con hotel.
Then I forgot which was the con hotel, or rather hadn't bothered to write
it down. The desk clerk at the Clarion called and found a room for us in
the Holiday Inn next door, which is where Conflikt had been last year. I
got suspicious when the front desk hadn't heard about the con. I called
over to the Hilton. They had an accessible room, and I booked it. By
this time I was totally out of spoons. I had, by this time, put
Colleen's scooter in and out of the trunk 5 times, at something over 100
pounds each. That's half a ton of lifting, total. No wonder I was tired!
I had a delightful, if somewhat expensive, dinner with Colleen and Chaos
in the Hilton, then headed North to Promusica for two days of music. Via
the wrong freeway, of course. Fortunately I was able to find my way
there. Did I mention that there was a pattern?
The Tempered Glass rehearsal
weekend was wonderful -- a relaxing, comfortable two days, and some
amazing music-making. Amazing in part because of the speed at which we
were able to pick up on the new material. I felt like I was doing a lot
better than usual, and found myself getting back my old skill at figuring
out chords. Wow. Some good catching-up, too; a lot has happened since
Sunday evening I drove back to the hotel for another dinner with Colleen
and Chaos, and I drove the Wolfling back to Marysville in the morning.
Without getting lost in either direction, I might add. We had a
father/daughter breakfast, and I got to see her current digs and talk
briefly with Steve Dixon.
The whole week has been kind of a blur. There was a little work in there,
But Colleen had a wonderful time, which is the main thing. She handled
the travel much better than I'd feared she would; she really is getting
stronger and more independent even though it's hard to notice from close
in. I had a wonderful time, modulo a meltdown and a couple of
almosts. I'm going to declare it a Good Week.
Oh, and our concert at Conflikt in January is going to kick ass.
Just thought you ought to know.
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