Convention, with Coon Cat
Tuesday, October 14th, 2008 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniSo, AlbaCon was a blast. We had managed to miss the last couple, what with one thing and a day-job, and it was good to re-connect to folks I hadn't seen in 'way too long. The before-con signing with Eric Flint and Ryk E. Spoor went well, with a lively panel-like conversation to warm us all up. And! We sold us some books.
Because we have All Those Books in the basement, SRM Publisher took a dealer's table at the con -- another thing we hadn't done in several years. Got a chance to sharpen up my arithmetic skills, so it's all good. And! We sold us some books.
Despite paneling and partying and huxtering, we managed to take a couple of walks around the city in the immediate vicinity of the hotel. Albany must be the Queen of city parks. Our Sunday morning walk took us to three, including a very handsome little pocket park behind City Hall, and we were never more than four blocks from the hotel.
Monday following the con -- that would have been yesterday -- we motored away from Albany in the opposite direction to home, arriving nine-fifteenish at the Neptune Grill in Beautiful Downtown Oneonta. There, after a convivial and much-needed breakfast with Elektra of Blue Blaze Cattery, we repaired to the parking lot and moved Blue Blaze Sphinxian Hexapuma from the Official Blueblazemobile to Argent the Subaru -- and set off North and East, arriving at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory a little after 7 p.m.
Scrabble and Mozart are still ...puzzled. This is the first time we've come back from a convention with a cat, after all. Mozart spent last night under the bed instead of in his preferred position on top of it, though he did emerge this morning to jump in my lap and have the comics read to him, as is his habit. Scrabble displays a wearisome tendency to hiss and scream whenever Hexapuma wanders in her direction. The high point of that being this morning, when she jumped up on the microwave cart/ex-computer-stand in Steve's room, and curled 'round on her specially placed fleece blanket for the after-breakfast nap. Hex thought that blanket looked pretty darn good, all blue and fluffy and elephanty -- and somebody to sleep with didn't seem like a bad idea at all.
Scrabble, alas, prefers to sleep alone.
In other news, I did go to the day-job today, which may not have been the smart thing to do. Con-energy is entirely the Wrong Sort for a departmental secretary. On the other hand, I didn't actually kill anybody...
Because we have All Those Books in the basement, SRM Publisher took a dealer's table at the con -- another thing we hadn't done in several years. Got a chance to sharpen up my arithmetic skills, so it's all good. And! We sold us some books.
Despite paneling and partying and huxtering, we managed to take a couple of walks around the city in the immediate vicinity of the hotel. Albany must be the Queen of city parks. Our Sunday morning walk took us to three, including a very handsome little pocket park behind City Hall, and we were never more than four blocks from the hotel.
Monday following the con -- that would have been yesterday -- we motored away from Albany in the opposite direction to home, arriving nine-fifteenish at the Neptune Grill in Beautiful Downtown Oneonta. There, after a convivial and much-needed breakfast with Elektra of Blue Blaze Cattery, we repaired to the parking lot and moved Blue Blaze Sphinxian Hexapuma from the Official Blueblazemobile to Argent the Subaru -- and set off North and East, arriving at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory a little after 7 p.m.
Scrabble and Mozart are still ...puzzled. This is the first time we've come back from a convention with a cat, after all. Mozart spent last night under the bed instead of in his preferred position on top of it, though he did emerge this morning to jump in my lap and have the comics read to him, as is his habit. Scrabble displays a wearisome tendency to hiss and scream whenever Hexapuma wanders in her direction. The high point of that being this morning, when she jumped up on the microwave cart/ex-computer-stand in Steve's room, and curled 'round on her specially placed fleece blanket for the after-breakfast nap. Hex thought that blanket looked pretty darn good, all blue and fluffy and elephanty -- and somebody to sleep with didn't seem like a bad idea at all.
Scrabble, alas, prefers to sleep alone.
In other news, I did go to the day-job today, which may not have been the smart thing to do. Con-energy is entirely the Wrong Sort for a departmental secretary. On the other hand, I didn't actually kill anybody...
