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Consonance Sunday

Due to my cold, I did not sleep well or much Saturday to Sunday.  I did, however, get an opportunity Sunday morning to eat brunch with my lovely sister, who lives an hour or so away from the con.  Family stuff prevented her from spending more time at the con.  I wish she could have had more time, because she is a gifted and talented harpist and singer herself, and someday, my friends will see who *really* has the talent in my family!

So, while introducing Timothy Griffin, I was going to push my hair back, and hit my nose, and then thumbed my nose at him instead, right after he'd asked me to sign when I was just introducing him, and I felt bad because I'd insulted him.  Someone in the audience hollered to sign one of his songs as an apology, so I did, and he was awesome, so I ended up signing the rest of his stuff.  Then, I totally insulted him again by crying out something to the effect of "Ladies and Gentlemen, Timothy Griffin, who's awesome, and who knew?"  Stupid tongue.  He was selling his CDs as a fundraiser for his school, and I totally cut line to be the first to buy one.  I think I said something ungracious about having "earned" it by signing the concert, too.  I about bit my tongue off scolding myself to behave, tired or not.

I signed Steve MacDonald's concert, and he was sweet in that he included "Journey's Done" for me, knowing how much I adore signing it.

I ended up not signing Stone Dragons, because I was a bit loopy and tired, but I did sign a bit of the end of Dave Clement's concert, with Paul Kwinn.  I goofed and credited Dave as "Hal Clement," and just *could not* remember the simplest announcements cued to me by John O.  I'm afraid I needed a clue-by-four card by that point.  As I was getting out of the way of performers getting on and off the stage, I lept lightly off the stage, and landed heavily on my feet.  My left foot started hurting.

pondside determined, in mother-hen mode, that I really, really needed dinner a lot more than the rock jam, so we went out to eat at the local sushi joint.  She was so right, as I had trouble trying to decide how many carbs I could have, a usually simple task.

After dinner, my foot still hurt a lot, and I was asking pondside if she thought I ought to check in with Kathleen or Mary Crowell's husband Wes to see if I should go have it looked at, and the person we were near happened to be a physical therapist, and looked at it, and did adjustments, and it felt *much* better afterwards, more like I was walking on a bruise than the near-agony it was before.  I'd also mentioned that my right knee had been out of whack since high school, and the therapist did something that made me realize that I no longer had any pain there! 

The Fairies and Flyswatter Filk was awesome.  My voice was pretty well gone, but I tried singing along a bit, and signed one or two things, and mellowed out, although not as much as hsifyppah , who curled up by vixyish like a contented kitten.

My voice warmed a bit, and I decided to try Julia Ecklar's "Cathedral," which is pretty challenging.  I know she's working on a new CD, and this will be on it.  I warned the audience that either this would work, or I would ditch it, and sang and signed it.  I was standing in a "sweet" spot in the room that had a bit of echo/reverb, so it sounded like I was in a church.  It sounded husky, and very good, actually, and the emotions of the song really resonated clearly.  When I finished, someone said "Whoever told you that you should shut up and not sing at filk conventions should be slapped up the side of her head.  That was wonderful!"

I went to bed far too late, and was so scared that I'd sleep through my five thirty alarm clock, I didn't even get my solid three hours' sleep. I kept waking up.  So, I was ready at 6 when Chris O drove me to the airport.  They searched my suitcase because they love looking at what all those metal bits are (corset) and testing the cold pack in my diabetic kit for bomb makings while they're at it.  Very routine now.  But I myself was not patted down, which was a change from what I expect.  It took me a while to re-pac k in a way that I could re-zip my bag.

I was tired enough that I actually started sleeping on the plane before we'd finished takeoff.  Made it home safely, and succeeded in getting back to work on time the next day.

On a frustrating note, my left foot has started hurting worse and worse this week.  I made an appointment with my doctor, which will be on Monday after school.  I was limping at work, and the nurse at school took a look at it, and opined that I may have broken my foot.  Also opined that I ought to have more wrong with my left leg with the way I'd hurt it, but I think the PT at the con may have adjusted those injuries away.  (I'd give full credit, but the PT asked me at the time not to bandy the career about, since the PT wished to avoid being asked to do adjustments at cons.)  More updates on the foot as I find out Monday.  In the meantime, I really *am* limping about like Captain Ahab.


Comments

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sheistheweather
Mar. 12th, 2010 10:31 pm (UTC)
You were marvelous at the convention, m'dear. Sorry to hear about the Timothy Griffin stuff...hopefully you were able to smooth it out?

Thinking good thoughts for your foot.
catalana
Mar. 12th, 2010 10:46 pm (UTC)
I swear Consonance must have a foot-curse for Ohio filkers! I hope it gets better soon; I'm thinking good thoughts for you.
judifilksign
Mar. 12th, 2010 11:29 pm (UTC)
If it turns out to be broken, I need to warn Lynn Gold...she's next Toast.
johno
Mar. 12th, 2010 11:33 pm (UTC)
I've already told her.

Stairs only.
No hopping up or down to the stage.
hms42
Mar. 13th, 2010 03:37 am (UTC)
Shes next year's toast at Consonance? Thanks for the heads up. Who are the other guests? I have not seen any postings yet.
judifilksign
Mar. 14th, 2010 02:23 pm (UTC)
oooh! I knew, having been there for the announcements, but I've forgotten, sorrow.
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judifilksign
Mar. 12th, 2010 11:24 pm (UTC)
Sometimes, I have to go through the "HALT" to myself: Hungry? Angry? Lonely? Tired?

Having one or two of those can throw me off of my usual self, and I can say the most thoughtless things and not even mean them.
mdlbear
Mar. 13th, 2010 03:20 am (UTC)
Oh, that's good. Must remember that acronym. I say/do different kinds of stupid things for each case, but it's a good list to remember.
johno
Mar. 12th, 2010 11:32 pm (UTC)
See about getting a recommendation to local PT or chiropractor.


catsittingstill
Mar. 12th, 2010 11:47 pm (UTC)
someday, my friends will see who *really* has the talent in my family!

Your sister could be Michelle Pfeiffer, Susan Boyle and Alan Stivell rolled into one and you would still *really* have the talent in your family.

Just sayin, cause you seem to need it.
hsifyppah
Mar. 13th, 2010 12:16 am (UTC)
mellowed out, although not as much as [info]hsifyppah , who curled up by [info]vixyish like a contented kitten.

Hee! That's exactly what I felt like too. I think it's vixy's sunny personality. I just feel like I'm sitting in a sunbeam and need to curl up and take a happy nap.
johno
Mar. 13th, 2010 07:59 am (UTC)
I've got pics from 2009 as well of you curled up in the sun and on Vixy...

vixyish
Mar. 13th, 2010 04:59 pm (UTC)
*giggle* Riiiight. *You* could nap ANYWHERE. You could fall down a well and have a nap. "Welp, nothing else to do, once I've written a song about this, so..."

;)
hsifyppah
Mar. 13th, 2010 05:02 pm (UTC)
Nnnngh! Leave me alone, Lassie! Tryna sleep. Zzzzzsplashysplashyzzzzz...
vixyish
Mar. 13th, 2010 05:00 pm (UTC)
It was so wonderful to see you as always! I love to watch you, you're so beautiful.

When you signed "Uplift" I couldn't take my eyes off you-- it's one of my favorite songs ever, and we cover it a lot-- and at the end I actually made a little sort of gasp-squeak noise. I told Brooke I'd just had a little signgasm there. :)
pondside
Mar. 13th, 2010 05:39 pm (UTC)
I'm hoping it's not a break but...

It was funny, the two of us staring in diabetic stupid at the menu trying to figure out what language the English was written in...

You were wonderful, you are always wonderful and the more confident you become in your own powers the more wonderfulness is apparent!!
madtom_o_bedlam
Mar. 14th, 2010 01:44 am (UTC)
It was wonderful watching you sign. I learned so much! I wanted to ask you a whole mess of questions about different signs, but every time I saw you I forgot.
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