SOAR!*
First, before I get all snipey, as always, the people from Interweave and the Spinners themselves, are spectacular people I’ve been able to spend a van ride and a breakfast with Jan and Meg from the UK (Basingstoke–home of the Magic Roundabout) and they once again confirmed my love of all fiber folk. We’re just great.

Okay, enough of the happy happy.

We got here after a VERY HOT AND HUMID VAN RIDE–for which I wasn’t prepared. It’s suddenly 85 degrees here–it was 70-75 on the Google Weather up until the morning I packed. Did I have the computer on while packing?
No I did not.
Am I woefully under prepared?
O yes
And no umbrella.
Will it rain?
O yes
Was that on the radar?
O no.

So, fine. I’m at a resort, right? It’s not like I’m going to be OUTside! I’m going to be INSIDE at the conference meetings.

Um…except for the whole, “oh, um…yeah…we’re remodeling, so we had to move rooms around.”

My room was not only craptastic, but it was hell-and-gone from the main building (steep hill down to the room or up to the conference). Now, in all honestly, I can use/don’t mind the walk, but rain + spinning wheel isn’t good.
There is a way, though, I’m sure.
There have to be shuttles and such things.

Well…there sort of are…sort of…

Okay, fine. So the room is decorated in Victoria Club, (Riverside, CA) circa 1979.
Fine.
Whatever.
It smells musty and vaguely unused.
Okay…at least I’m not sneezing.
There’s a little refrigerator…so that’s good right?…and would be great if I had a way to get some groceries…
But…okay…I’m surviving.

But.
There is no hairdryer–I know this doesn’t sound catastrophic, but I don’t have comb-and-go hair any more. So…drowned rat is my new morning look, followed by the you-did-a- lousy-job-ironing-your-flatass-hair lack-of-body look.

But why should I care? My husband is in AZ. He wouldn’t care anyway.
That’s how wonderful he is!

But.
BUT!

The Internet is down!

The Only Thing I Asked About When Making a Reservation…
The Only Thing I Wrote About Just To Make Sure and Confirm…

I don’t even care if it’s wireless. I’m prepared. I just need access.

O there was a signal. But it was a faux signal. One that you couldn’t actually USE, you could just SEE it…like Tantalus, I spent HOW much time last night trying to get it to work???

All reminiscent of Thing One and me in Denver…

So this morning I go to the desk to ask about a hairdryer and the internet and was told that (a) housekeeping could get me “a hairdryer…maybe….we’ll see…”, and (b) “yeah, um…the internet’s been down in that building for weeks…we keep calling…”

Long story short… My room was in a condo. The condo association is responsible for the wireless. ‘Nuff Said.

So I beg. I plead. I smile nicely and remind her that it’s the ONLY thing I requested.

“We’ll see what we can do. You can bring your laptop up here, we have desks back there…”

Didn’t I see a business center on the map?

“It’s closed for the renovation…”

Ah…

The “desks” were dinner tables.

In the space next to the indoor pool…that much humidity and me? And my laptop?
Eh…

I head to breakfast with no faith, but a “what the heck can I do about it” regard to the day.

I get back to my room (after a very nice meal with Jan and Meg) and start working…then the phone rings. It is, in fact, Jessica at the front desk telling me they have a “studio” I can have in the big house.

I assume this means I’m moving to a closet. I don’t care. I’m ecstatic! Uncontainable enthusiasm returns! I will have a connection to the world and work! I’ll be able to put the podcast up! I am fully realized again.

The van comes to get me (15 minutes late, but who’s counting) and I get my new (working) key, open the door and here’s what I see–in order:

1) A really bitchen Murphy Bed
2) OMG there’s a whole kitchenette here!!!!
3) OMG there’s a fireplace here!!!!!
4) OMG

I don’t deserve this.

But, in my defense, I didn’t yell or scream. I was very nice. I just asked to have internet–like they promised me when I booked my stay.

The only thing wrong now is that have a WHIRLPOOL TUB AND ANDREW’S NOT HERE!

There is a cruel irony there.

And now, it’s time to get lunch, then back to work…

*Spin-Off Autumn Retreat