OK--some internet connection problems, some way busy at work (so I didn' want to even look at a computer in the evening) and some just plain ennui--it's been three weeks since the last post. So shoot me.
I found myself volunteering to go along to man the sales table. Perhaps I was being haunted by the vision of Bob carrying his backpack through the Sheep and Wool Festival last May.
But I digree. This is about Jax Con. Bob entered 5 models--four came home with medals. My favorite one didn't even place. I think it's because it's a sort of "betwixt and between" model--it told a story (being rusted and abandoned) but didn't have figures and not quite a complex scenery to count as a diorama. But it's still my favorite.
So he got to shop, and sell, and get awards. I got a scarf. We both got barbecue. Not a bad day.