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Treading water

Well, GAFilk is over for another year. I had a terrific time as I always do (that’s why I keep going, y’all) but it’s over. I have no concrete plans for any other cons this year, although there are 3 cons I’m considering (ConCarolinas, OVFF, and Chambanacon, if you’re curious) depending on funds (of which I have virtually none and have run up too much credit card debt).

Even so, I have a high point every year to look forward to, and it’s not all that expensive ($50 or less for the con, $35 for the banquet, half a hotel room, and some food and parking money). I even wrote a new song this year (not a cheerful one, sadly) and got to perform it.

There were around 160 people this year, and I know and love probably half of that number and would say the same about the other half if I took the time to get to know them. It can also be said that, of the people I know and love and/or respect, 80% of them were or had been in that room this year and/or one of the previous four.

Only 51 weeks to go…

Apparently my position is being eliminated on the 21st of this month, although the company claims they have other positions for me. Until they offer one, I have no idea how that will work out, so it’s a bit itchy.

I don’t believe I mentioned that my new coffeepot (42-cup Hamilton Beach percolator) stopped perking after only 10 weeks and they are dragging their feet replacing it even though they have already charged me for the shipping cost. So, no coffee, have to go to Pilot for a while. Which saves me money on gas…

Hugs,
Me

Back to Hemlock Hollow

I woke up early, made sure I had all my stuff together, moved some of it to the porch. Waiting for Ken and Emmie to come and throw it (and me) in the truck (gently, please). Got my biscuits coming out of the oven.

And sometime this evening, I will have yet another performance at Hemlock Hollow. Hope I can get my energy up for it.

I sold another CD today. Yayyy! Pretty sad when a single sale makes your month, but I am thankful. The purchaser was someone I’ve “known” since pre-Internet days and a pretty well-known Canadian filker. (Thanks, Farrell!)

So the cats are fed, the litter box is changed, my stuff it gathered (some inside, some outside), I’m about to take my first morning sip of fresh coffee, I’m munching buttermilk biscuits for breakfast, and I’m going to play music before nightfall.

Sounds like a pretty good day.

Hugs,
Me

Still moving

I just got my last utility bill from Blaine. I have no idea when or if they will refund my deposit but at least I will be totally paid on my end. I got one deposit back and another has promised to send it the first week of September. So I’m starting on the road to financial recovery… moving is expensive, more so when you have to keep two residences going for a couple months.

I have a job interview on Monday for a position which might be in Newport.

Going over to Emmie’s today to play with musical electronics (PA).

I have another performance scheduled at Hemlock Hollow in two weeks. Have also been booked for Wolfstock in October. Nothing on the convention side of things until GAFilk in January. I hope I can get to at least one more convention next year, with my eye on ConCarolinas and Chambanacon (aka Ironicon).

I haven’t spent nearly enough time on the trails here. Part of it has been the heat — while it hasn’t been ridiculous compared to other places, we have had several times more 90-degree-plus days than is usual. I’m expecting a very cold winter…

Have I mentioned that I’ve been reading the Demon Squad series by Tim Marquitz? This has been an exceptionally good potboiler, in my mind as good as the Garrett P.I. series and the Nightside books. The problem with pageturner books is you get done and there isn’t another book… I’m on Book 8 and he just published Book 9 last week.

Hugs,
Me

Happy Beltane

I just returned from a lovely weekend with my spiritual Family, belatedly celebrating Beltane in the woods at our usual site. It was incredible, and we had the best Bardic event in recent memory. I’m exhausted but happy, and have yet to unload my car. I hope you all had a blessed Beltane whenever and wherever you celebrated it.

I took a large box of books and sold nearly half of them (at bargain-basement prices), making me a decent amount of money. I also collected what was owed on an earlier sale of a netbook. Good times plus money equals happiness, LOL.

Hugs,

Me

Feeling Accomplished

Today, I finished all the requirements for my new job, including all the online computer classes, my CPR & First Aid License (my old one, from a different source, is still good for another year, but my old employer likes to renew annually), my PCM class, and everything else. I then went and did my laundry, for another level of accomplishment. So now it’s time to get toasted. I was told my new Coordinator would be calling but she hasn’t yet. And tomorrow (and perhaps Sunday as well), I will be off in the boonies playing music with Lady Emrys and Faucon.

Happy Imbolc

I had a wonderful Imbolc celebration, mostly with Morristown-area members of my spiritual Family. Some I hadn’t seen for quite a while — Phoenix and his lady I hadn’t seen since the Splendor Hollow Music Festival. (I don’t have much money for going out, so I’ve been missing the local performances of Tuatha Dea).

With all the wonderful food provided by everyone, with special thanks to our hosts, Oz and Magenta Moon (who began the celebration on a high note by becoming handfasted to each other), amazingly I did not gain much weight. I was encouraged to sing and also to play my harp, Rosaleen. I shouldn’t ignore my guitars in this, as both Blue and Carlos got to use their stringy, sonorous talents.

Before the whole holiday season, I weighed 240 (up from 205 last February, but that was largely the cause of starvation). I weigh 242 today. Now it’s time for me to start working that number down again in a healthy manner. If I could talk myself into more exercise, that would help.

I hope you’re enjoying the Return of the Sun in your lives.

Hugs,
Moss

Yule Party

Friday night was the guys’ Christmas Party, thrown by the company I work for, RHA. It was some fun, some very much not fun, as my guy can’t take crowds for long and can’t handle anticipation (gifts after dinner — as soon as dinner was over he was moaning “I don’t get none”). I did manage to keep him calm enough until he got his box, but pretty much had to get him out of there after the presents were over.

In the end, I worked an hour of overtime, as we didn’t get home until 8:30 and I still had to get him ready for bed, wash his socks, and administer his meds.

Meanwhile, my own Family’s Yule Part was underway and I was itching to get there. I am proud that I put my job over my own needs this once (as my guy’s needs are very real and that’s what I signed up for). But as soon as I could get to the car and leave, I did. I still had to stop off and get some wrapping stuff for my shared gift (we bring one gift, and draw numbers to pick whatever gift looks intriguing — I took some expensive incense, I got a pine bottle of Mtn Dew mead brewed by 5). I’m jumping ahead, as the gift tree was Saturday night.

I took Rosaleen, my harp, on Friday night, as well as a bag of my hats to give away. Had a good time, got unwound, had to drive home. In all, I might have been there 2 hours before I found myself getting tired enough to need to leave. I got back Saturday morning, just before noon. Early for me.

Great day yesterday. So many of the people who loved me were there, some people I didn’t know well (in a small enough setting that I got a chance to know them better), etc. I think I stayed until 11 pm — there was frost I had to scrape/melt off the car, I think that was the first time this Winter. I got quite a lot of good comments about my harping (I also allowed Will and Alianna to play it, which really got them lit up with glee).

When I woke up this morning, I remembered a dream, and it had to do with taking care of my guy, JM. I posted it to my dream notebook. Suffice it to say that I have rarely dreamed for the past couple years, had one I didn’t remember long enough to write down a week ago, and this is certainly the first time I dreamed about my guy and this job. I’ve had the job since May 2013, must be sinking in to my subconscious.

Hope you all have a good holiday season whatever you celebrate.

Hugs,
Me

Aftermath

I had a rollicking good time at #Atomacon this past weekend. Not many were at my concert, and only one of the three panels was really well-attended and it was loads of fun, but I learned how to make a hand puppet from someone who worked with Jim Henson. I had a big shock when my gas tank almost fell off my car, and I got it to a shop which was almost closed just in time — just dropped two bolts, each of which held up the front of a skid bar which, in turn, held up the gas tank. I was really proud of how well I handled it.

Maybe next con I go to I will have no car trouble at all.

Hugs,
Me

Home Again

I had a wonderful weekend. Visited with John Noggle yesterday, did not get to go to lunch as planned before needing to leave. Nan was ill so I couldn’t take her to St. Matthews with me for the Housefilk. Got there just fine, had a wonderful time, slept fairly well on a nice bed, left this morning to go back to Asheville. I visited with Sky for an hour or so, and cancelled on John because he wanted to take me out to eat and I was still full from last night. Came home. Didn’t spend too much on gas, considering, and had a wonderful time. My landlord installed a new air conditioner for my bedroom over the weekend; looks kinda small and not so much energy efficient, but the smallness might mean fewer BTUs anyhow. As long as I can sleep.