I dreamed a dream

Last night I dreamed that it was Sunday at a con. Most of the details were Marcon-ish but there were other "landmarks" too.

I was driving home when my cellphone rang. It was Janet, asking how the con was. (I had forgotten that she used to do this years ago -she joked that she lived vicariously through my adventures sometimes)

We were chatting away, and I remember wondering how to bring into the conversation "ummm - you do know you're ....dead, right?" but never figured it out. We hung up, and the dream went on to other things.

I think she was telling me that she's OK.

Yahoogroup created

CelebrateJanet has been set up to serve as a central place for planning and information related to Janet's memorial on October 27, 2007.

The first reason to join is to let us know that you will be coming. There is a poll with yes-maybe-no options, and it closes in 2 weeks (August 5th). This will give us a vague idea of how many people will be turning up.

Feel free to pass this info on to anyone you think might want to know. Membership is open and unmoderated but I will keep the Hammer of Banninating handy for any trolls.

comedy amidst tragedy

There were some pretty funny moments thoughout this last week.

Friday morning, I was so out of it that when I put up my hair, I managed to get the pull-cord from the overhead light into the bun. Started to walk away and *tug*. Yeah - not very bright.

When I decided to make the public post Wednesday night, I took my laptop to the hospital business center. But in my haste that morning, I had not brought a phone or internet cable. The front desk will not lon me one because it's after business hours. Well, being a devious and resourceful lass, I remember that there are several phones in the lobby that direct dial to taxi companies. So I snuck down and nicked one of the handset cords. I made my post, checked on IM, and then snuck back down to put the cord back.

As I said, I was out of it a lot these last few days. I was IMing with post_toastie and I mentioned that I had gotten an actual 9 hours of sleep. Then I typed something about "the clam before the storm". There was a pause, and then a reply of "I think you need another 9".

When I got the word that she was gone, I went to go sit down on the couch for a good cry and a bit of pillow-screaming. Looked at the box of tissues, and dismissed them as inadequate. Got a towel. That was just about enough.

Then there was The Saga of ( Jake's Cell Phone Number... )