I know I’ve missed my Sunday morning chats, and that today’s not Sunday, but this last few weeks have been super crazy for so many unexpected reasons.
You’ll notice in my breakfast photo that there’s signs of a good party. Or signs of deliberately over indulging because we’re all hurting.
Weird how it can be both.
After three years of work, my dad had his heart attack as everyone who reads me well know. It’s been a difficult week to say the least. He will he coming home today which is amazing. Going from “we don’t know if he’ll make it” through to going home in a week and a couple of days seems so weird. He’s picked up brilliantly. Both my parents have told me I have to go to the convention I had been running, and I was scared and hesitant but gradually looking forward to seeing my friends.
People started arriving from other states in Australia, and we gradually crept towards launch for our science fiction and fantasy convention.
Hubby starting prepping up to go in and help set up. We took our out of state guest out to a delightful French cafe. Life was normal. Hahaha.
Our state Premier announced a press conference that kept getting pushed back and pushed back. We gave up waiting at the cafe and came home. The presser started… And we’re in lockdown for three days. The entire period of our convention.
The ramification of this are still spreading though the community and we’re pulling together a skeleton online series of entertainment for convention friends to dip in and out of as they wish.
We’ve done this once before. And again, our wonderful community will pull through.
But goodness gracious, will this convention ever actually happen??