Monthly Archive: August 2010

Checking In

I have my moving date.  September 23.  My boss told me yesterday morning that the paychecks would not be as early as she originally thought… but that, as she knew I was waiting for that for my move, she would advance me the money.  I have it, as soon as it gets done moving from PayPal to my bank.  So I have started calling friends to get help loading.  As soon as the money gets to the bank, I will be reserving a Uhaul truck and getting more boxes.

I’ve also begun notifying my close friends, to make sure they know of the move.

Rehearsal tonight was very scattered, but we got a lot done.  The script is firmed up through Scene 52, which is about halfway unless Athena writes more scenes.  As I’m the Editorial Assistant, this is important — until I get the scenes, they don’t make it into the script.

In some ways, the rehearsals are getting better.  I think this movie just might make it.  We are conflating so many stories from so many different years, but the overall story is strong and the other stories do reinforce it.  If someone does research on the specifics, they might laugh a lot.  But on its own merits, it could be a force for good.

I’ll be going to SerpentStone Harvest festival, the weekend before the move.  I get to see the space.  The basement, in full, is approx. 20’x36′, and the finished part is 20’x12′, which is likely enough room for me until we can get more done — completed, it might be twice my current space.  And here’s the good part: I will no longer be listed by any branch of the government as “homeless”, which I have been since 1998 despite housing.  I will not be dependent on government for my housing, and will also be paying less for my housing expenses.  And I will be among very close friends, and have perhaps 100 more close friends within 50 miles of me.
I have my moving date.  September 23.  My boss told me yesterday morning that the paychecks would not be as early as she originally thought… but that, as she knew I was waiting for that for my move, she would advance me the money.  I have it, as soon as it gets done moving from PayPal to my bank.  So I have started calling friends to get help loading.  As soon as the money gets to the bank, I will be reserving a Uhaul truck and getting more boxes.

I’ve also begun notifying my close friends, to make sure they know of the move.

Rehearsal tonight was very scattered, but we got a lot done.  The script is firmed up through Scene 52, which is about halfway unless Athena writes more scenes.  As I’m the Editorial Assistant, this is important — until I get the scenes, they don’t make it into the script.

In some ways, the rehearsals are getting better.  I think this movie just might make it.  We are conflating so many stories from so many different years, but the overall story is strong and the other stories do reinforce it.  If someone does research on the specifics, they might laugh a lot.  But on its own merits, it could be a force for good.

I’ll be going to SerpentStone Harvest festival, the weekend before the move.  I get to see the space.  The basement, in full, is approx. 20’x36′, and the finished part is 20’x12′, which is likely enough room for me until we can get more done — completed, it might be twice my current space.  And here’s the good part: I will no longer be listed by any branch of the government as “homeless”, which I have been since 1998 despite housing.  I will not be dependent on government for my housing, and will also be paying less for my housing expenses.  And I will be among very close friends, and have perhaps 100 more close friends within 50 miles of me.

I also found that Sevierville has a baseball team — at a higher level than Asheville’s.  The team formerly in Knoxville was saved from moving out of the area by Sevierville building a stadium in the Kodak community, just north of I-40.

It’s all too good.  Now if people in Asheville wouldn’t keep making me offers.

I have two friends who will really miss me, and a couple others who will see me a lot less but who will probably be coming to Gatherings.

I’m still managing to keep up with my work for Eternal Press and Damnation Books, LLC.  Obviously doing well, if my boss was willing (without being asked) to advance me the money for the move.

Not sure what else to say.  Lots more going on that I probably shouldn’t talk about.  And people say homeless people on the dole don’t do anything.

Hugs,
Me

Friends’ Day

This was a busy day, and I never got past my mailbox.

First, I called my friend Frankie to say good morning.  I called my “little sister” Aianna, to see how she is recovering from surgery (she has made two return trips to the hospital in the two weeks since the surgery).  I called — and later received a return call — from my friend Cardea.  I called a new friend, who is in a hospital in Pittsburgh, and also exchanged emails with her boyfriend.  I got a call from Gianna Kali, a local friend (who I know is going to miss me when I move, and she has said so often).  I called a recent girlfriend and an old girlfriend (didn’t get much phone time with the latter).

This in addition to my work with EP/DB, my other online work, a search for education sources, and rehearsing my lines for the movie (next rehearsal is Monday).

And then, just before bedtime (now), I looked at my calendar and saw that I have a speech to give tomorrow at the graduation ceremony for a new class of Peer Support Specialists.  So I took a shower, and am in bed.

And people say the disabled never do anything…

Hugs,
Me

ReConStruction Report

ReConStruction, the 10th Occasional North American Science Fiction Convention, was held this past weekend in Raleigh, NC.  I went, I had a fantastic time… but for odd reasons.

This is the Big Con That Wasn’t.  It probably only had about 25% the normal attendance for a NASFic.  This had both good and bad aspects — the worst of which is that they probably did not break even.  But what resulted was a convention with all the activities of a huge convention, but very cozy and friendly.  The Filk Room, which at most larger conventions is full of filkers hoping to get one song in over the evening, usually had 7 or fewer performers.  But they were some of the biggest names — Juanita Coulson, Roberta Rogow, Blind Lemming Chiffon… and, on the other hand, me.  Mind you, the Big Name Filkers either know me or know of me, but I am hardly what you would call a major draw, largely because I’m usually too broke to attend any cons.

Blind Lemming Chiffon and I got to share a one-hour concert.  BLC is my oldest (i.e., longest time) friend in the world, and it was as though we had never been apart.  We each got 6 songs in that hour — and at least a dozen songs each during the open filking.

The hotel was nice but huge, the convention center was confusing but all reserved for us.  Concerts were excellent, even though many of the performers did not attend the open filks.  Panels were many and varied, and I sat on 4 of them and provided some expertise to a fifth.  I spent a couple hours talking with Guest of Honor Lawrence Watt-Evans, with one or two other people (not dozens or a hundred).

I gave away a lot of promotional materials, including books, discs, business cards, and bookmarks.  At least two authors were interested enough in Eternal Press/Damnation Books LLC to sit and talk with me and exchange business cards.

I wish I could do this a lot more, but I couldn’t have done it at all without Blind Lemming Chiffon — who paid for the hotel room and most of my food.  Also, more than partly due to Blind Lemming, Tom Smith and I got over ourselves, forgave each other, understood each other, and there were hugs and tears shared.  Tom is one of the nicest guys and best writers and performers in filk, and our mutual problem helped neither of us.  It feels so good to get this over with.

I didn’t hear anyone having any major complaints… and the InstaFilk written by Roberta concentrated on the tiny attendance (she used the tune for “Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka-dot Bikini”).

Yeah, there were things that could have been better.  But overall, it was either a small con with a big-time feel, or a big con with few enough members to stay cozy.  I’m sure the dealers would rather have had more customers.  The drive was uneventful (good thing, with a car with which I was not familiar).  The weather was too bloody hot.

…and my name is printed on the convention t-shirt.  Never had that happen before, even when I was Filk Guest at a con, which has happened a few times.

Hugs,
Me

Off to see the Wizard

OK, so Raleigh NC is not the Emerald City.  Even so, Here I Go!  I’ll be leaving shortly to drive the 4+ hours to Raleigh, pick Blind Lemming Chiffon up at RDU, and head for the hotel for ReConStruction.  A wild, long weekend of filking (no typo, and it’s not dirty)… more science fiction fans than I’ve ever seen in one place…

I remain the most thankful of beings.  My life has turned around, slowly but nearly completely, in the past 6.5 drugless years.  I’ll be moving to my new home in about 45-55 days, and between now and then, there’s the convention, filming for a feature film in which I play myself, and Project Homeless Connect (where I will give away the 50-60 or so hats I’ve knit since March 1).

The Sanskrit term for this is Anugraha, divine Grace.  I used to be tetched, but now am touched.

Hugs,
Me

Mom’s Birthday

Today is my mother’s birthday.  So today, in the mail, I received an envelope from her.  It contains the complete set of my baby teeth.  WTF?  I knew I’d get teeth in the mail someday, but I was thinking of a larger set…

I also got the final upgrade of memory for my new old laptop.  Yayyyy!  The day would have been perfect if my SSDI check had been deposited to my bank account, but no luck.  I’ll get it tomorrow.  That means one less day I will be tempted to splurge it on chicken sandwiches or something.

I guess I’m lucky.  I still have both my parents, and they are still married to each other and live in the home I grew up in (well, since before I turned 4).  Mom turned 81 today.

Hugs,
Me