I am back from Loscon and very tired.
It is weird to be so connected (electronically) to people, events, things before going and then being cut off the internet completely. I really didn’t miss it, other than making some sort of status via FB (it is probably a good thing I am not on Twitter. I would clog it with the misc that floats through my head all the time and then everyone would get a clue about how busy and odd it is in there).
So there was a weekend of delightfully intense people interactions and making events work on the fly. Tear Down was delightful. I started at almost full steam and kept going two hours after the rest of Ops sat down for dinner. Even after we went to bed, my body decided it wasn’t done and it stayed revved up all night. Around 4am when I was tired of trying to lie still and having my legs doing the toss and turn game, I got up and did some leg lifts and push ups to wear me out. It got my body a little more still but I still watched hours go by. I know I got some sleep in there but not much.
I was energized and hitting every internet account I had pretty much to the last moment before leaving. It was strange to not have piles and piles waiting for me when I got home since I wasn’t here to go through it. But there was enough waiting for me that it has kept me up and moving for about 4 hours. I feel very similar to how I felt last night. It will be interesting to see how well I sleep tonight.
It looks like many of the people I know had a good weekend either at Dickens, Sorcerer con or Chicago Tardis. A few even had a good time with the traditional holiday with the family.
Something worth noting: After working at full speed taking down the art show and carrying things out to the dock, I was walking back to get more stuff by myself and I found I was walking very straight with a purposeful stride and feeling really good. I had made it through the over-heating/panic part of exercise and physical labor and found a place where I was glad I was moving. This happens rarely. If I could figure out a way to hit this place while exercising, there is a huge chance I would include that in my life. I might still need to kick in the butt to get me started, but it wouldn’t be something I don’t do because it makes me feel worse than not doing it.
I am also surprised at how well I did and how long I went and how I didn’t just fall flat on my face afterwards. Especially since I have had little to no exercise for months. Just two walks around a park and some walking around stores and parking lots (at this time I can’t remember any thing else that might contribute to the concept that I haven’t spent all my time on the couch).
1) “it is probably a good thing I am not on Twitter. I would clog it with the misc that floats through my head all the time and then everyone would get a clue about how busy and odd it is in there”
Given what you wrote just before this, you are probably mistaken here. As a person who has a tendency to twitter whatever occurs to me, I disappear off the radar almost entirely *during* events. Mostly because I’m taking that time to actually experience the event, the people, and the ‘being in the now face-to-faceness’ of the thing. There is plenty of time in the “non-con timestream” for me to live on the internet – and interact with other people there – particularly on Twitter. Why would I then waste the time I do actually go out of my way to overcome my agoraphobia and social anxiety (yeah, we need to talk about that at some point – a lot of your past impressions of me are colored by probably not knowing that bit) only to waste all that effort by looking into my cell phone?
2) We drove through Silver Plume on the way down from Vail Sunday. Mostly because I’ve told my husband about your Dad living up there once pretty much every time I’ve driven past it for 13 years. However, now having driven *around* the town for the first time in more than a quarter of a century, I’m convinced I have it wrong. Since I couldn’t find a house that was oriented correctly to fit with my memory of your Dad’s house. I can’t remember whole years of my life due to a car wreck in 1987, but I can totally remember playing Mad-Libs with you in the front room of your Dad’s house as if it were yesterday.
Am I that crazy? He did live up there, right?
3) Miss you. Just finalized my leaving the recent ‘sucked-all-my-time-up’ job… let’s figure out a phone call soon?
(((hug)))
Yes, we had a cabin in Silver Plume. Totally due to the name of the room/grade at Polton. It is a little place that is very dead. I think I could track back to the cabin. I am not sure if he still doesn’t have it (he got it in the divorce which my mom really regreats).
It has a red roof and the back faces the highway. If you watch for it and know where it is, you can see it when you drive away from Denver. It is one house down from the corner if I remember correctly. If it is still there.
I should poke my dad and find out what its status is.
Phone call would be good. I don’t get exactly what you are saying on #1 so that would be nice to have cleared up.
You and I both have different ideas about how we were when we grew up that would be interesting to share. I would like to know about your social anxiety. I can kind of see where that might have fed into what you did.