{"id":206,"date":"2007-10-07T09:21:00","date_gmt":"2007-10-07T16:21:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/crafting-a-life.com\/MamaOKnits\/2007\/10\/07\/soar-on-the-upswing\/"},"modified":"2011-01-26T19:08:22","modified_gmt":"2011-01-27T02:08:22","slug":"soar-on-the-upswing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/crafting-a-life.com\/mamaoknits\/soar-on-the-upswing\/","title":{"rendered":"SOAR: On the Upswing"},"content":{"rendered":"

SOAR!*
<\/a>First, before I get all snipey, as always, the people from Interweave<\/span> 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<\/span>) and they once again confirmed my love of all fiber folk. We’re just great.<\/p>\n

Okay, enough of the happy happy.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

Um…except for the whole, “oh, um…yeah…we’re remodeling, so we had to move rooms around.”<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

Well…there sort of are…sort of…<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

But why should I care? My husband is in AZ. He wouldn’t care anyway.
That’s how wonderful he is!<\/p>\n

But.
BUT!<\/p>\n

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…<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

“Does the room have an internet hookup?”
<\/span><\/div>\n


I don’t even care if it’s wireless. I’m prepared. I just need access.<\/p>\n

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???<\/p>\n

All reminiscent of Thing One and me in Denver…<\/a><\/p>\n

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 <\/span>weeks<\/span>…we keep calling…”<\/p>\n

Long story short… My room was in a condo. The condo association is responsible for the wireless. ‘Nuff Said.<\/p>\n

So I beg. I plead. I smile nicely and remind her that it’s the ONLY thing I requested.<\/p>\n

“We’ll see what we can do. You <\/span>can<\/span> br<\/span>ing your laptop up here, we have desks back there…”<\/p>\n

Didn’t I see a business center on the map?<\/span><\/p>\n

“It’s closed for the renovation…”<\/p>\n

Ah…
<\/span>
The “desks” were dinner tables.<\/p>\n

In the space next to the indoor pool…that much humidity and me? And my laptop?
Eh…<\/p>\n

I head to breakfast with no faith, but a “what the heck can I do about it” regard to the day.
<\/span><\/span>
I get back to my room (after a very<\/span> 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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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:<\/p>\n

1) A really bitchen Murphy Bed
2) OMG there’s a whole kitchenette<\/span> here!!!!
3) OMG there’s a fireplace<\/span> here!!!!!
4) OMG<\/p>\n

there
is
a
whirlpool
tub<\/span>
here!!!<\/div>\n

I don’t deserve this.<\/p>\n

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

The only thing wrong now is that have a WHIRLPOOL TUB AND ANDREW’S NOT HERE!<\/p>\n

There is a cruel irony there.<\/p>\n

And now, it’s time to get lunch, then back to work…<\/p>\n

*Spin-Off Autumn Retreat
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