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Potlatch 8, Day 3
Sunday, January 24, 1999 For pictures of Potlatch 8, see my con photo album. Sorry about the popups!
Jack and I had breakfast with Freddie, in the hotel coffee shop. The two of them shared their art experiences. Then Jack took off so I could talk (gush) about him, and talk to Freddie privately. She doesn't send much email, but she's good to talk to. We missed the morning panel again. I attended no panel-type programming at this convention! This wasn't a conscious decison; it just worked out that way! I visited the dealers room again, but the book I wanted (an anthology, "Flying Cups and Saucers," that benefits the Tiptree award with a Freddie Baer cover) had sold out! I should have bought it on Saturday, darn it! It will be available elsewhere, but I wanted it right then. We packed up our stuff and checked out. The hotel room had two entrances, one leading to the parking lot -- and we were parked right outside the door -- and one leading to a normal interior hall. This was very convenient! The last part of Potlatch for us was the Clarion West Auction. There were advance reading copies of books, artworks, jewelry, and strange beaded objects made by Vonda. The auctioneers (Jerry Kaufman and Tom Whitmore, with a few guest appearances by Ellen Kleges) did a good job at keeping the crowd's energy up. I successfully bought an Advance reading copy of Mairelon the Magician, by Patricia Wrede. I was really happy to get it, since I've recently read the sequel and the original isn't easily available. I was also happy that the light-up plastic balls I donated from the con suite brought a good price. Jack successfully bid on some Jo Clayton books, but he didn't get the Amy Thomson manuscript that was his most desired item. He's very eager to read her next book.
We had much better weather driving north than we did driving south on Friday, and we made better time (six hours total instead of more than seven). I was grateful to Jack for doing all the driving -- his vehicle is a stick shift and it's been many a year since I've driven one. We stopped for dinner at the Whimpy's restaurant that Jack had wanted to eat at on Thanksgiving. He stuck to the salad bar, wisely, after all the food this weekend. I was amused by all the stuff that was for sale all over the modest restaurant: fake oil paintings (western themes, seascapes, or tigers) and wreaths with artifical flowers. When we got to Olympia and picked up Jack's daugher, he and she immediately started to pluck each other's nerves. She's in the back seat and can't hear him clearly. He wants to ask her about her weekend, and what her sister has been doing. She wants to put on her headphones and listen to music. We got to Jack's home just in time for the X Files. They both enjoy the show, so they can connect this way, at least. He regretted that I had another half-hour of driving to do, but I wanted to sleep in my own bed tonight. What a fine weekend! I do enjoy these trips with Jack.
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