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ysobelleWell. It occurs to me I haven't done a life-update in a while. Lots of trivia, but nothing interesting.
I have to say-- and I don't phrase it this way often-- I LOVE my girls. Local #9 does indeed rock. I'm incredibly proud to helm the Local. It's made faire a joy, really. For the most part.
The downside to faire this year is the booth has been feeling a little tense. Business has been awful, and we have no idea how much the booth will cost, and it's left me, at least, feeling a lot unsettled. It's the waiting for some resolution that may or may not come.
The weather today was utterly horrendous. It drizzled a good bit last night, but couldn't dampen the evening. A participants-only private Corvus Corax show. Come on, you can't beat that with a stick. Or...you could, but those boys will knock you silly. I had problems again with my shiny new camera, and I can't tell if it's the memory card or the camera itself. I suppose we'll have to see. (And I lost my damned pass at the show. Gah.) But last night's drizzle came down in spades today-- I'm sure it wasn't as bad as last weekend, but there were rivers on Privvy Lane. There was a sea of mud before my booth. It's nearly 11.30 now and I'm in my hotel room with the heat BLASTING, and I'm just now feeling thoroughly warm. Ugh. This is why I did Florida and Georgia shows. I did, however, get a bowstring. The bowyer at faire is absolutely authentic. A craftsman who is what he does. Walking into the low stone house that is his space-- I can't call it a booth-- is like walking out of what faire is and into what it should be. I adore it. He tried to show me how to string my bow, but I can't quite manage that yet. I did buy arrows, however. After season, I'll get a quiver and a guard and arrows in my colours. And-- ha!-- he says there's nothing wrong with the way I shoot: I hold left, pull right, with the arrow on the left.
Which reminds me. I spent last night in a bar so smoky my CAR reeks of cigarettes. I watched CC enjoying themselves, and had to move Harmann several times during the course of my pool game so I could take a shot. I am not as horrible at pool as I always fear I've become, and bringing your own cue to the table always gives people pause. But somewhere in the evening, I impressed the hell out of Phoenix: I switched hands.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," she said.
"What?"
"Are you ambidextrous?"
I thought about saying something silly, but I just nodded. "Yup."
She about slid from her seat. Sigh. Now, why can't I impress a guy that way?
Oh. And one more thing. Releasing anger and bitterness is letting go of an invisible weight. I keep learning that over and over.
I have to say-- and I don't phrase it this way often-- I LOVE my girls. Local #9 does indeed rock. I'm incredibly proud to helm the Local. It's made faire a joy, really. For the most part.
The downside to faire this year is the booth has been feeling a little tense. Business has been awful, and we have no idea how much the booth will cost, and it's left me, at least, feeling a lot unsettled. It's the waiting for some resolution that may or may not come.
The weather today was utterly horrendous. It drizzled a good bit last night, but couldn't dampen the evening. A participants-only private Corvus Corax show. Come on, you can't beat that with a stick. Or...you could, but those boys will knock you silly. I had problems again with my shiny new camera, and I can't tell if it's the memory card or the camera itself. I suppose we'll have to see. (And I lost my damned pass at the show. Gah.) But last night's drizzle came down in spades today-- I'm sure it wasn't as bad as last weekend, but there were rivers on Privvy Lane. There was a sea of mud before my booth. It's nearly 11.30 now and I'm in my hotel room with the heat BLASTING, and I'm just now feeling thoroughly warm. Ugh. This is why I did Florida and Georgia shows. I did, however, get a bowstring. The bowyer at faire is absolutely authentic. A craftsman who is what he does. Walking into the low stone house that is his space-- I can't call it a booth-- is like walking out of what faire is and into what it should be. I adore it. He tried to show me how to string my bow, but I can't quite manage that yet. I did buy arrows, however. After season, I'll get a quiver and a guard and arrows in my colours. And-- ha!-- he says there's nothing wrong with the way I shoot: I hold left, pull right, with the arrow on the left.
Which reminds me. I spent last night in a bar so smoky my CAR reeks of cigarettes. I watched CC enjoying themselves, and had to move Harmann several times during the course of my pool game so I could take a shot. I am not as horrible at pool as I always fear I've become, and bringing your own cue to the table always gives people pause. But somewhere in the evening, I impressed the hell out of Phoenix: I switched hands.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," she said.
"What?"
"Are you ambidextrous?"
I thought about saying something silly, but I just nodded. "Yup."
She about slid from her seat. Sigh. Now, why can't I impress a guy that way?
Oh. And one more thing. Releasing anger and bitterness is letting go of an invisible weight. I keep learning that over and over.
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