Saturday, July 24, 2010

Day 1 Convergence in Albuquerque, N.M.


OK - it is now day 5 but I finally have internet connection.  Here are my notes.  

Convergence is the bi-annual conference of the Handweavers Guild of America.

Plane left Detroit 50 minutes late but managed to make my connecting flight in Minneapolis.   After arriving at the hotel and picking up my conference packet I wandered around the downtown area.  From the convention center it looked like an old train station in the distance and that is what it turned out to be.  It is now the transportation hub with Amtrak, Greyhound and the local bus system.

From there I walked down Central, which is part of the old Route 66 route.  Had a quick afternoon meal and found the hat store that Frank and I bought Kris and Chris cowboy hats when they were little. 

After a short swim, went down to the hotel bar for a light meal.  While I was deciding where to sit, another lady asked me what I thought of the menu.  I indicated that the bar had a light menu and when she said that sounded good, I invited her to join me for dinner.

She was enjoyable company.  She owns the Folkways Pattern company and had previously owned a local wool shop and worked at Fiber Arts before her current job.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Buried in Homework

Just saw that it has been almost a month since I posted to this.  Between work and the homework from the Design Class as CCS I have had no time.

But over the 4th of July weekend I tried to relax and do some reading and weaving.

On the Friday I finished the book "The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao" by Junot Diaz.  I had given it to Frank for Christmas and he enjoyed it.   It had won the Pulitzer Prize and I did like it - but I am sure he enjoyed it more understanding the Spanish that was heavily sprinkled about.  

On Saturday I started "White Oleander" by Janet Fitch.   I went on a reading marathon and finished it on Monday.  Compelling writing though I felt it could have used a few less different foster home horror stories as she moved from one to another.  A good story though about how her mother, who was in prison, still has such a strong hold on her and who she is.