Notes from Coode Street

Well, we made it to Aussiecon. Had a fairly uneventful flight with Marianne and the girls. Got to the hotel, registered, and then saw friends in the evening. Thursday was start the event, see more pals, and so on. Plans went awry a little when mum, who was coming over to help with the girls suffered chest pains on her flight. She ended up on oxygen, and spent last night in hospital. She insists she’s fine, but she would. Waiting to hear results of overnight tests as write.

Good morning all. The plan today is simple. Achieve two things. First, organise everything for the trip to Melbourne.  I think I’ve been in some kind of denial about it, so I’ve done precious little. On the other hand, all I really need to do is organise clothes and electronics for six days and a bunch of events, and pack it. I’ll do that today (must not forget the Berocca).  Tomorrow I’ll help Marianne pack for the girls, and reconfirm everything (must not forget to pick up the tux and double check the calendar).

While I may podcast today, the other big thing is to decide if I go to World Fantasy or not. Today is the crunch day. I have bookings being held. I suspect if I lose them, any chance of finding acceptable flights go with them. I have no idea as to the right decision. Every permutation makes me anxious, so it may come down to the toss of a coin (I kid you not).

Meanwhile, Aussiecon departure in 48hrs.  Yay!

If you follow my twitterings (and, really, why would you?) you’ll have noticed that I’m in the midst of planning a trip to Columbus, Ohio for World Fantasy in October.  You’ll also have noticed that I don’t seem to be enjoying it, and you might just wonder why?

Well, it’s complicated. A portion of it has to do with being a ‘person of size’ to use the South West vernacular. I’m tall and overweight. This means leg room and seat width, especially on long flights, are critical. I’ve spent more than one hideously uncomfortable 14hr trans-Pacific with the edge of a metal entertainment unit digging into my shin and, frankly, I’m never going to do that again.  So I spend too much time obsessing about that.

I also have friends who I see to rarely, and a trip to World Fantasy provides a chance to stop and visit. There’s the Locus crew (Liza, Kirsten, Amelia, Carolyn, Fran, etc), Bob & Karen, EllenK, and others in Oakland/SF, and there’s Gary in Chicago. Visiting either city is very attractive to me, and choosing one over the other is always hard.

And then there’s the airlines, with costs, routes, and other things. I could bore you witless on aspects of luggage, seating preference, etc etc.  They all add up to a lot of decisions, and all of them contribute directly to either making you more comfortable, your trip easier, or make your trip impact on others less.  You get all of that into ny head, and it goes round and round and round. After a while, staying home can seem like the best (easiest) option.

Oh, and I come from a family of worriers. :)

This morning is the kind of morning where, if I allowed myself to, I could become angry at the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. Why? Well, it’s Friday of the week before WorldCon. If you were to go burrowing through the back-pages of this blog you’d find that periodically over the years, this is the day when I’d be on a plane already, headed for Sydney and then Oakland.

I’d be landing at SFO to be met by Charles and whomever drove him over that day (Jenny, Amelia, Liza, someone). Most likely he’d meet me holding a copy of the pages of the latest issue of Locus, which he’d thrust into my hands so I could get a sneak peek. Although the *only* thing I could possibly want would be a shower, Charles would nonetheless have lunch planned and shopping and whatever else (dr’s appts, buying gas, anything), as we drove around the Bay.

Eventually I’d end up clomping down the stairs to the dreaded murphy bed and a weekend or so of sitting around and talking and drinking and laughing and reading, of a little shopping, some restaurants, and such. I think that time – the days before WorldCon – are my “happy place”. I have such fond, fond memories of them. The parties we’d have, the things we’d do, which were at least as much the attraction of going to the US as any convention we might have gone to.

Those days are gone. I have friends in the Bay Area who I love to see, and the house is still there too, but that all ended in July 2008. The conventions are emptier now, the trips to the US a little less exciting, and I get angry that it didn’t have to have happened so soon. I wish I were on that plane….