Tag Archive: Confluence 2014

After Confluence

I barely made it to Confluence, and even more barely made it home. My car decided to dump its antifreeze in the middle of West Virginia, and, while I got some water in it almost in time, it was smoking like a fill-in-the-blank by the time I got to the first rest area in Pennsylvania. I called Sandy, and waited for her to get to me (coming in from Detroit, and she wasn’t nearly as close as she thought she was so I waited about 3 hours). I put 2 quarts of oil in Vanessa and refilled the water, and drove all the way to the hotel.

I did my best to ignore the problems, and performed my concert. I haven’t listened to the recording, but my gut feeling is that it was as good a show as I have done. There were about 30 people in the audience, and I sold 3 CDs afterwards — not bad, selling music to 10% of my audience.  I went to bed Friday night instead of going to the open filk, much as I wanted to. I had a great time for the rest of the weekend, and paid no attention to the crisis until it was time to act.

One friend at the after-party called her co-worker, whose husband works at Meineke about 2 miles from the convention hotel. I managed to drive the van there, where he confirmed that the head gasket was shot, and that it would be about 5 days and $1000 to fix. I had to get home, both to keep my job and to make sure my cats were all right, so I arranged for him to keep the van at Meineke and drive me to a car rental place. All this time I was on and off the phone with my mother, who did quite a bit to help me out. I had to walk to a second car rental place (I was dropped off, and the first place did not do out-of-town rentals), but it was arranged and I just barely had enough money to rent the car. I drove home in a new Ford Fiesta.

I had to take the Fiesta back to Enterprise by 9 this morning, and they gave me a ride home. I checked the local used car place, which was of no help whatever, and then my neighbor offered to drive me to Rutledge to look at used cars at the dealerships there. We found one that would do nicely, although it has rather high mileage for its age. He said he would drive me to a friend’s used car lot tomorrow, and if we found something better or significantly cheaper we would get that (Mom is on board with this).

I am extremely proud of myself. At no time did I melt down, start screaming at anybody, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself at the convention and made new friends (and strengthened older ones). I took the crisis one step at a time, and I lost no sleep. I could not have done this 15 years ago.

I have many friends to thank and have done so, privately and/or on Facebook. I believe I made a good impression on the concom and increased my stock as a convention guest.

I should be back to work tomorrow or Thursday. And they really need me.

Hugs,
Me

Jitters

Got two more days of work before I hit the road for Pittsburgh. Don’t really have the money to make it work “right”, so I’m driving at night and taking naps. I don’t have to be in Pittsburgh until at least noon Friday but there is no way to wait to leave at a time which would get me there, and I wouldn’t be able to sleep. So I leave after work tomorrow night, and stop at all the rest areas and take a nap… the trick part will be getting off I-81 at the right time to grab US19 and take it up to I-79, which is not only a shortcut but avoids all the toll roads.

At present, my money is literally being flushed down the toilet. I have a toilet which runs constantly. My landlord looked at it, tried to fix it, gave up and bought a new one but hasn’t had time to install it yet. I got my water bill, and I’m using the water of a family of four (and being charged accordingly). That’s not as bad as stories I’ve heard, but any dollar I can save makes it easier to live here…

Back to Confluence… I get a 90-minute concert, which, according to open mic standards, means 18 songs. Yeah, some of mine are bloody long, so many only 15 or 16. I’m trying to get that many ready for prime time… and every time I make a list of what might work, I remember another one. I think I’ll just fly by the seat of my pants. There will be at least three people I know at the convention (sadly, not including Blind Lemming Chiffon), one of whom knows my repertoire pretty well, so I have someone to bounce ideas off when I get there.

Back to life. I have sold my laptop. It will pay off most of the remaining debt I incurred acquiring it. My desktop, partially a gift of my old friend John Noggle, is fully up and running (Windows 7), and my relationship with a laptop running Windows 8 was going rapidly downhill from a low start. I have an Android KitKat phone and a decent Android tablet, don’t need so much technology and need less debt. I could have gotten a little more for it, but the buyer is a friend (one already mentioned in the Confluence paragraph) so I don’t have to mail it or deliver it special. Nobody in my income class needs as much technology, or as much debt, as I current have.

OK, that’s enough for now. Wish me luck!

Hugs,
Me

Dragged out

I haven’t been writing much, I know. My job — and the 34 miles a day round trip I take to get there — is wearing me out. I wish I could afford to cut back to 4 days. I even missed a deadline for Peppermint and Sage ezine.

In the meantime, a person who loves me has been going through hell and I’m virtually the only one willing to even listen. I’ve been sending her every drop of extra energy I have. Gee, maybe that’s part of the problem.

In the next few weeks, I have a Gathering to go to (which I might skip of day-trip), a Pagan Prison Ministry workshop in Georgia, and then have to get ready for Confluence in Pittsburgh at the end of July. I need to get more time practicing. I actually have a friend who keep calling and wanting me to play for her via Skype, knowing that I need the practice, but I just don’t have the energy.

Still no idea when I’ll be able to get my CD to become a physical reality, but it is still for sale as a download (with extras) at http://mordewis.bandcamp.com .

Guess that’s it for now.

Hugs,
Me