About the trip.
Jun. 13th, 2008 03:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valis2The show was a mixed bag. It was a tremendous amount of work, and some of it paid off, and some of it wasn't what we all expected, or was, and I can't be more specific than that, sorry to say.
I'm beginning to suspect that the PCOS is messing with my thinking ability. I know this sounds implausible, but I just have this feeling about it. PCOS is related to (caused by? who knows) insulin-resistance, and I have this feeling that I'm processing carbs inefficiently. At this point, if I eat a large, carb-loaded lunch, I nearly fall asleep within an hour. Even if I'm doing very frenetic physical activity. I also feel like I'm just getting stupid at times. My memory, which has never been outstanding, has been suffering, especially my short-term memory. I can't remember anything. Even five minutes later. If I'm interrupted while en route to take care of something, then I completely lose track of the something I was supposed to take care of.
Normally this memory short-circuiting would be unpleasant, but at this show, this stressful, stressful, sleep-depriving show, it was horrible. During the show itself I managed to pull it together and get through (mostly) intact, but pre-show? I was a zombie. I forgot even the simplest of items. I couldn't even remember things long enough to write them down.
*sigh*
I'm more than glad to be home. I want to hug the curtains. I want to bury myself under the pillows. Unfortunately, as soon as I woke up this morning, I realized that my period had started, and now I'm not really hugging or burying but rather lumping about. I have so many things on my plate that I can't even seem to wrap my head around them--I'm just wandering from thing to thing like a shell-shocked, lumpish wombat.
Okay, so on to the fun stuff.
This is not my show. This is a show where I help my WI friends (who are husband & wife). There are two shows involved, a little pre-show booth, and then a big show booth. So the pre-show booth was really crazy and quite a good little show, so we would come out occasionally to help break down at the end of each night. Yeah, it was one of those shows where you have to take everything down at night and reassemble it in the morning. Extra work, but sometimes it's just unavoidable.
So the husband and I were standing behind the booth, waiting for the end of the show, and we both noticed this guy walking around with two little boys who were probably about six or seven years old. The boys had the exaggerated body language of boys their age who are clearly not happy. They were dragging their feet and dangling their arms and, in general, acting as if they were actually being tortured with red-hot pokers.
So the guy was looking at our stuff, wandering around with his long-suffering retinue in tow, and eventually they all ended up in front of the table that we were standing behind.
The boys looked at us, and one of them declared loudly, "We hate this show! We want to go back to the hotel!"
My friend laughed and said, "Nice to know."
At that point, I must admit that I agreed with him.
Wow, the flooding was insane in WI. Small rivers and swamps became lakes. Roads were closed. But still, people came to the show, braving torrential downpours and lightning.
I do wonder about our economy and where it's headed--some customers mentioned that they were not taking a vacation and were spending their vacation money there. eee! Scary thought.
The hours during the show were intense. We have days where we're up by 4:45 and back in bed at midnight. Most of the days we get to the show hall between 7 and 8 am and then work the show floor until after 9 pm. It's a really hard life in many ways, and I'm really rethinking it. I want to start diminishing these long trips. It looks like we might downsize next year, and I would welcome this if it means fewer days for me to be away.
I got to hang out with the perception-altering goddess known as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
barda, and I hugged earthenwood, which is always a highlight. I saw a few old friends, but a lot of regulars that I remember didn't come to the show, it seems. And I had less time than ever to socialize. I did manage to get out and purchase a small piece of organizational furniture (a little cabinet with sliding drawers W00T!!!!) and I am very excited about it--they're shipping it and I should get it soon. Cross your fingers that it will help me get organized.
I read part of a Tori Amos book called Piece by Piece, and it was very fascinating. It's all about her inspirations and her thoughts, and her inner circle of support. I am pretty absorbed by it right now because I'm thinking lots of thoughts about creating art and crafting, and it's very helpful (though a bit off the beaten path, let me tell you).
I seem to be experiencing a crafting renewal. The crafting itself hasn't changed a lot, but the desire has suddenly reawakened, and I find myself itching to make more things. I made a lot of stuff before I left, and now I want to make a lot more. I did have time to reconnect with a vendor who makes fabulous things, and there were promises of linking exchanged, so I'm more than eager to take a few new steps.
Only thing is, at the moment I feel more likely to take a step into the bedroom and plant myself facedown on the bed. I feel like I've run a marathon.
I'm beginning to suspect that the PCOS is messing with my thinking ability. I know this sounds implausible, but I just have this feeling about it. PCOS is related to (caused by? who knows) insulin-resistance, and I have this feeling that I'm processing carbs inefficiently. At this point, if I eat a large, carb-loaded lunch, I nearly fall asleep within an hour. Even if I'm doing very frenetic physical activity. I also feel like I'm just getting stupid at times. My memory, which has never been outstanding, has been suffering, especially my short-term memory. I can't remember anything. Even five minutes later. If I'm interrupted while en route to take care of something, then I completely lose track of the something I was supposed to take care of.
Normally this memory short-circuiting would be unpleasant, but at this show, this stressful, stressful, sleep-depriving show, it was horrible. During the show itself I managed to pull it together and get through (mostly) intact, but pre-show? I was a zombie. I forgot even the simplest of items. I couldn't even remember things long enough to write them down.
*sigh*
I'm more than glad to be home. I want to hug the curtains. I want to bury myself under the pillows. Unfortunately, as soon as I woke up this morning, I realized that my period had started, and now I'm not really hugging or burying but rather lumping about. I have so many things on my plate that I can't even seem to wrap my head around them--I'm just wandering from thing to thing like a shell-shocked, lumpish wombat.
Okay, so on to the fun stuff.
This is not my show. This is a show where I help my WI friends (who are husband & wife). There are two shows involved, a little pre-show booth, and then a big show booth. So the pre-show booth was really crazy and quite a good little show, so we would come out occasionally to help break down at the end of each night. Yeah, it was one of those shows where you have to take everything down at night and reassemble it in the morning. Extra work, but sometimes it's just unavoidable.
So the husband and I were standing behind the booth, waiting for the end of the show, and we both noticed this guy walking around with two little boys who were probably about six or seven years old. The boys had the exaggerated body language of boys their age who are clearly not happy. They were dragging their feet and dangling their arms and, in general, acting as if they were actually being tortured with red-hot pokers.
So the guy was looking at our stuff, wandering around with his long-suffering retinue in tow, and eventually they all ended up in front of the table that we were standing behind.
The boys looked at us, and one of them declared loudly, "We hate this show! We want to go back to the hotel!"
My friend laughed and said, "Nice to know."
At that point, I must admit that I agreed with him.
Wow, the flooding was insane in WI. Small rivers and swamps became lakes. Roads were closed. But still, people came to the show, braving torrential downpours and lightning.
I do wonder about our economy and where it's headed--some customers mentioned that they were not taking a vacation and were spending their vacation money there. eee! Scary thought.
The hours during the show were intense. We have days where we're up by 4:45 and back in bed at midnight. Most of the days we get to the show hall between 7 and 8 am and then work the show floor until after 9 pm. It's a really hard life in many ways, and I'm really rethinking it. I want to start diminishing these long trips. It looks like we might downsize next year, and I would welcome this if it means fewer days for me to be away.
I got to hang out with the perception-altering goddess known as
barda, and I hugged earthenwood, which is always a highlight. I saw a few old friends, but a lot of regulars that I remember didn't come to the show, it seems. And I had less time than ever to socialize. I did manage to get out and purchase a small piece of organizational furniture (a little cabinet with sliding drawers W00T!!!!) and I am very excited about it--they're shipping it and I should get it soon. Cross your fingers that it will help me get organized.I read part of a Tori Amos book called Piece by Piece, and it was very fascinating. It's all about her inspirations and her thoughts, and her inner circle of support. I am pretty absorbed by it right now because I'm thinking lots of thoughts about creating art and crafting, and it's very helpful (though a bit off the beaten path, let me tell you).
I seem to be experiencing a crafting renewal. The crafting itself hasn't changed a lot, but the desire has suddenly reawakened, and I find myself itching to make more things. I made a lot of stuff before I left, and now I want to make a lot more. I did have time to reconnect with a vendor who makes fabulous things, and there were promises of linking exchanged, so I'm more than eager to take a few new steps.
Only thing is, at the moment I feel more likely to take a step into the bedroom and plant myself facedown on the bed. I feel like I've run a marathon.
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Date: 2008-06-13 10:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-13 10:36 pm (UTC)I left you a phone message--I've been hoping for good things for you, sweetie. You need some fun and something sunshiny in your life right now. *moar hugs*
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Date: 2008-06-13 10:39 pm (UTC)