It was a LONG weekend
8 Dec 2025 09:43 pmI'm tired. Really tired. There were two really long days at the convention center. Setup started at 10:30 am with shopping starting at 4 pm through 8 pm. Traffic within the parking structure was insane. It took 45 minutes to get out. Then add on drive time of 40 minutes each way. Saturday shopping started at 9 am until 6 pm. Of course we had to get there earlier than the customers. Tear down took 2 hours. Then I got up the next day to work at the grocery store 10-2. I couldn't even eat when I got home. After filing my paperwork to get paid, I fell over and slept. Am I too old for this shit?
Sales were down about 25%. It was Chronographia's booth. She has a hernia so I lent her a hand. I was fine with the event, just not the grocery store. With a continued recession growing, will there even be gigs that make a profit in 2026? That's the big question.
I am grumbling more. Feel free to skip. Work is implementing a new system. I am not thrilled. It was bad enough that our router routinely flakes out. The printer quit talking to the computer and Apple updated the phone software. I absolutely hate the new operating system. I'm ready to go back to a wall phone and a TV set with rabbit ears. Screw this. I am so tired of AI programming and data mining. I'm tired of billionaires' BS (the fight for Warner Bros). I could easily retreat into weaving while listening to CDs and chill out with Celtic music.
Solar storms and polar vortexes are the main concern now for the winter. Tomorrow I have to remember to pick up the car at the shop. It'll be 15 degrees F tonight. It's a little early for temps to be this low. I think I'd like to be a bear and hibernate until spring. There is no Yule tree, no Christmas cards, and no decorations. Who can afford the electricity? Tomorrow, we will be Santa's helpers and mail out the online orders. Orders will go out each day until there are no more. When that day finally arrives, I can start my own winter celebration. Typically, I call it "Inventory". No rest.
After inventory, I get to play with colors. Inventory is often a source of inspiration. It's a chance to play with old friends that I'd forgotten I had. A time to fill the looms and plan projects. A new birth of sorts. I look forward to that time, but I also like to eat. We need the orders to get through this hour of darkness. I often wonder what it would be like not to worry about making ends meet. . .
Sales were down about 25%. It was Chronographia's booth. She has a hernia so I lent her a hand. I was fine with the event, just not the grocery store. With a continued recession growing, will there even be gigs that make a profit in 2026? That's the big question.
I am grumbling more. Feel free to skip. Work is implementing a new system. I am not thrilled. It was bad enough that our router routinely flakes out. The printer quit talking to the computer and Apple updated the phone software. I absolutely hate the new operating system. I'm ready to go back to a wall phone and a TV set with rabbit ears. Screw this. I am so tired of AI programming and data mining. I'm tired of billionaires' BS (the fight for Warner Bros). I could easily retreat into weaving while listening to CDs and chill out with Celtic music.
Solar storms and polar vortexes are the main concern now for the winter. Tomorrow I have to remember to pick up the car at the shop. It'll be 15 degrees F tonight. It's a little early for temps to be this low. I think I'd like to be a bear and hibernate until spring. There is no Yule tree, no Christmas cards, and no decorations. Who can afford the electricity? Tomorrow, we will be Santa's helpers and mail out the online orders. Orders will go out each day until there are no more. When that day finally arrives, I can start my own winter celebration. Typically, I call it "Inventory". No rest.
After inventory, I get to play with colors. Inventory is often a source of inspiration. It's a chance to play with old friends that I'd forgotten I had. A time to fill the looms and plan projects. A new birth of sorts. I look forward to that time, but I also like to eat. We need the orders to get through this hour of darkness. I often wonder what it would be like not to worry about making ends meet. . .
