Blog No. 309
Last weekend was BookFest 2018. While I didn’t have time to be on the committee this year, they were nice enough to invite me to be a host for one of the panels. It’s not a glamorous job, but it can be an important one. Mostly you are just there to give pertinent information and pull the plug if they go over time. Since they are sometimes back to back, they had me clear the room too. Once the panel was over, I hung around and tried to help out where I could (but other than move some boxes, I mostly just got in the way). It’s a very stressful and exciting time for the organizers. For me, it was interesting and fun. I think I lucked out and got the best panel too. Everyone involved in the festival is welcoming and excited about the event. They mostly want people to come and enjoy it and take part in everything. Even with just my small part, I was invited to everything. Continue reading “BookFest 2018 (and FAHF)”
I’m not sure where to start this week. I don’t think there is anything new to tell you, but, maybe some things have new information (or deserve to be said again). I’m a little hesitant since I’m not sure if I’m just boring people with the same stuff over an over again, or if I somehow (with my magic powers of creativity) make the mundane aspects of my life remotely interesting. Or I could just be screaming into a vacuum like so many others. Either way, my first audience for everything I do is me, and I like to do this every week because sometimes just writing about what’s going on (even if it’s the same things all the time or just reminders about upcoming events) helps me get my head around stuff. That’s a pretty valuable tool. I suppose I’ll just do what I always do and meander on for a while until I get sick of reading my own words and come to some stagnate conclusion. At least on Tuesday evening I went writing after work. 
My 300th post got less fanfare than I thought it would. I know I don’t have a ton of readers, but even the people who like the 
Modern medicine is a miraculous thing. I go to a lot of public events and get a lot of unsolicited comments about how doctors are evil, medicine and pharmaceutical companies are there to get you sick, and other nonsense. I try to rally against it when I can (often times the person yelling is a brick wall). If it weren’t for my doctors and medication, I wouldn’t be here. If it weren’t for the antibiotics I’m currently taking, I’d probably still be sick in bed. I’m not. Pneumonia seems to be something that hangs on for a while, but I’m not bedridden anymore. It’s great. I did miss a lot of good writing time, but over the last week, I’ve done really well with the time I have. I pulled off nearly a chapter a day for four days. It’s a good feeling. 
Just like a couple of weeks ago, this post is going up a matter of hours (like 11, but still) after last night’s event. Since I write it on Tuesdays, the rundown from the first ChiSeries Windsor of 2018 will go up next week. You can assume it was a huge success with a monster turnout. I’m betting the readers were excellent and the music was top notch. Hopefully you were there to see it for yourself. Thankfully, I can tell you about some other things. Starting with the Downtown Windsor Farmers’ Market. If you haven’t been, the only downside is parking. Since it’s on a Saturday, you will have to pay for parking, but if you’re creative, you should be able to park fairly closely. There were a ton of different vendors for the opening weekend (including me) varying from food and coffee sales, to produce, and various other products. Food is the most common, but the variety is pretty impressive. 
