Infinity Con

 Day 6 - I trotted down to the Wicca House before I went to work, to see what that day's Still Life With Whisk Broom would be.

Nothing had moved.  Everything was where I had left it.  It's now three days later, and nothing.   Maybe it really wanted that vambrace (it was shoved almost completely under the shelves) and is having a snit.

I'm oddly depressed.

But on to the Infinity Con.  It's very small, by Con standards - which I wouldn't know personally because it's the only one I've ever been to.  I had planned to go watch the costume contest at 4, so I got to the con around 1 - and, honestly, I allowed a little too much time.  I saw pretty much everything there was to see, and talked to a lot of people (because of Mervin), and two hours would have been plenty.

But I had fun - because of Mervin.  I could have just gone to the Con and looked around, but doing something made me feel more of a part of it.  There were, of course, a lot of people just there to look, but also a lot wearing costumes of some sort, and that's what I wanted to be part of.

It's twofold.  I think I've written about this before. Of course, part of it is getting attention.  I think of Laurence Olivier, upon being asked "why are you an actor?" leaned in, gestured at his face, and intoned "look at me, look at me."  But on another level - it's enhancing the experience for other people.  Getting a glance, a smile, wanting to talk, wanting to pet the puppet, wanting a picture, wanting a selfie, wanting to share ("wait until I show this video to my grandkid.")  It's exactly the same kick I get at the museum when I walk around with an owl - someone sees you, points, has that "Oh!" moment.

Some recognition goes even deeper:  "Aren't you the one who had the dragon last year?"  Suddenly - I'm the Person With Cool Puppets.  I even got a few "hope to see you next year."

A month of work, two hours of attention.

Totally worth it.