Category Archives: Pennwriters conference
All my writer friends are in Pittsburgh enjoying the Pennwriters conference. I have been unable to attend a conference for a few years now and I truly miss it.
Pennwriters conference was where I could mingle with other writers, attend workshops, and have a wonderful time being with my writing family.
Hell, I even miss the early morning wake up calls complements of Dave, who always took such joy in my “Idon’tdomorningshandmethatcoffee” misery.
I miss the late night conversations in the bar until it closed then in the lobby until we were chased to our rooms.
I miss handing out chocolate to everyone.
BASKETS! I miss donating them and winning them. LOL! They were my fun thing.
My wonderful Pennwriter friends managed to make me laugh like a fool yesterday.
You have no idea how much I needed to laugh. You managed to bring me something that I badly needed.
You were all a bright spot in an otherwise miserable couple of weeks.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
And to these two co-conspirators–There are no more words I haven’t said, just big hugs.
So, because of The Curmudgeon’s MS getting worse and his lovely (NOT) hospital stay, I am missing another Pennwriters Conference. When the conference is in Lancaster, it doesn’t worry me to go because if I have to get home, it is not an 8 hour or more drive.
This year the conference is in Pittsburgh and that is why I had to skip it.
It breaks my heart to miss the conference because I can’t be with my writing friends whom I only see there. It will be an entire year more before I get a chance to see all those crazy, fun people.
I will write more after I get some sleep. My brain says it either gets a chance to sleep or it will cease to function altogether.
Yes, I am counting. I need this working vacation. Two years with no breaks and I am closing in on owning a private room at the funny farm, the loony bin, the booby hatch, the cuckoos nest–whatever you want to call it.
It’s time to get packing.
You all have a good one!
All I can think about is FOUR DAYS until I leave for the Pennwriters conference.
So here you go, some pictures of the completely weird dandelion I found in the yard the other day.
The Curmudgeon is holding it for me.
I went to the liquor store yesterday and gave the clerks there a great amount of amusement for their afternoon. I explained to one clerk that I was looking for a couple of ‘writerly’ wines to take to my writer’s conference. He quickly got into the spirit of things and gathered a couple of other clerks to the task.
I gave them two rules. 1. The wines couldn’t be too pricey 2. They had to make me laugh
I had no idea how many wine names could make me giggle.
As G and I wandered about the store a voice would pipe up often with the name of a wine. I would reply with a ‘no’ or a ‘hold onto that one.’ Other customers were giving strange looks to the clerks, G, and me but we were having fun.
In the end I came home with two bottles that to me were the perfect winners.
Bottle #1 Irony
Bottle #2 Once Upon a Vine
Remind me to put a corkscrew on my packing list.
I am starting to have one or two dinners a week meatless. This is strictly for me. I’d have The Curmudgeon do it too but he refuses to. “No meat? No way!”
I can’t force him to change his diet. I have asked him to, but he won’t do it. I can’t even get him to cut back on his use of salt. Even with proof that less salt is better for him with his MS. At least he’s not fighting me so much on more fish and chicken and less red meats.
I am looking forward to four days of no cooking and no doing dishes. I’ve even been sneaking peaks at the menus of the three restaurants in the hotel. I will be indulging myself shamelessly.
More rain around here is making it impossible to get a few things finished before I leave. I guess the chores can wait until I get home.
If it will stop raining long enough I might get to enjoy my lilacs before they are gone.
Holy cow, if I keep buying more stuff to put in the baskets I’ll have to buy more baskets. I couldn’t help myself we were in this dollar store today and there were all sorts of neat things there.
I am counting down the days to the conference. I can’t wait to get there and see all my friends I haven’t seen for two years.
My laptop’s battery isn’t holding a charge well so I have to make sure I carry the power cord with me at all times. I’ve dragged my suitcase down from the attic and have vacuumed it out. Must start writing my check list of ‘things not to forget to pack.’
Can someone please speed this week up a bit?
You all have a good one!
I bought two large baskets and a hat box to add to the three smaller baskets I had. I have stacks of books, note paper, pens, pencils, and some toys. Next, I’ll get the chocolate, snacks, wine, and other things to drink. Hey, the bar isn’t inexpensive.
Before the fifteenth, I need to drag my suitcase down from the attic, pull out the wheeled computer case, and pack. Haircut on the 7th, yay! Can’t wait, my mop is too long and thick, it feels like I’m wearing a heavy wool cap.
G is going to keep checking on The Curmudgeon along with a few other friends. I hope Gavin and Patty are on their best behavior.
I am looking forward to a four-day break. Look out, I’m beyond ready!
I didn’t go last year because Pittsburgh seemed too far away from The Curmudgeon when he was doing so poorly. Lancaster is much closer to home so I feel safe in going this year.
I had to buy new clothes, I haven’t lost any weight, rather I gained even more. That sucks. My doctor says it is the medications I’m on that aren’t helping me with weight loss. Duh Doc. However, with the stent, the high blood pressure from stress, and all it isn’t safe for me to stop taking them. I might be able to stop taking them if I lost weight and could cut my stress levels down. Oh, ya think?? WTF do you think I have been trying to do? Vicious cycle.
Yeah, cut my stress levels down. Surely you jest? You try living with The Curmudgeon. I love the man but his MS is a stress level mine field. From one day to the next, we have no idea how bad his day will be. I haven’t had a break in two years.
I know I won’t go to Pittsburgh next year, but I think G and I might try for four days at a beach somewhere. I can’t go two years without a break again. If I hit the lottery, I think I’ll set up a MS caregivers vacation timeshare somewhere.
You all have a good one!
I didn’t take this picture.