Greetings from Cooper's Lake!
Jul. 23rd, 2007 08:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stitchwhichI'm sitting at Panera Bread, eating a sandwich and checking my email. Of course there are last-minute orders sent by folks who were told that I'd be already onsite by now. It happens every year. :)
The weather has been wonderful. I'm exhausted - but with the aid of one person, who held poles for me and took over the stake-pounding, my whole camp arrangement is up. Yup, I, the broken person, unpacked my SUV, staged all the pavilions and set them up (except for the afore-mentioned help from Cip's daughter, the sweetie), and then I put together all that wooden furniture after laying out all the rugs. I know that doesn't sound all that note-worthy but remember, I'm doing that with three titanium vertebrae... I'm impressed. (No, really, I'm vexed that I didn't get off my lard-hinney and exercise enough to be strong enough to pound all of my stakes. But still. I shall celebrate what is good. Like being able to do so much more than I could last year.)
I have already started the trips into town to buy supplies for the set-up crew. So far, I haven't been able to get any of the items on my shopping list from the departments who aren't here and who were smart enough to pre-order - but that's fine as my trailer is getting new shelves put in tomorrow so I haven't been able to access it anyway.
Olwyn is here (and she'd say "hi", Isuelte, if she knew I was LiveJournaling. Come to think of it, she shouted something about LJ when she was setting up her camp as I was leaving the last time). Cip and Loriage are nearly set up.
News: Viscount Sir Edward has offered to come down and spend a weekend teaching his 'fighting seminar' for my barony/whoever shows up. A full weekend! All I have to do, he says, is feed him. I think we can manage that. I'm going to see if I can reimburse him all his travel costs, too. And throw in any other kind of thank-you that I can. That is sure something to look forward to! (Yes, Margret, I am typing this in here so you can tell Otto. I already told Arni...)
Speaking of Arni... go easy on him, if you run into him in the next couple of weeks. His mother passed away last night. Well, more like Saturday night - he got the call just half an hour after I left for Cooper's Lake and he didn't want to tell me about it while I was on the road. He's not going to the funeral - he and his mom didn't 'hold with those', but he's feeling it. She raised him as a widow. She was pretty much all he had. Her 'new' husband is guilting the heck out of Arni for not coming down to Florida for the service, which will be a heavily-fundimental Christian bible-thumping service, that being what he enjoys (and I'm not downing that - funerals are for the living and he needs that comfort). But it would be the worst way for Arni to say farewell to his mother. A nice walk in the woods, that would be better.
The weather has been wonderful. I'm exhausted - but with the aid of one person, who held poles for me and took over the stake-pounding, my whole camp arrangement is up. Yup, I, the broken person, unpacked my SUV, staged all the pavilions and set them up (except for the afore-mentioned help from Cip's daughter, the sweetie), and then I put together all that wooden furniture after laying out all the rugs. I know that doesn't sound all that note-worthy but remember, I'm doing that with three titanium vertebrae... I'm impressed. (No, really, I'm vexed that I didn't get off my lard-hinney and exercise enough to be strong enough to pound all of my stakes. But still. I shall celebrate what is good. Like being able to do so much more than I could last year.)
I have already started the trips into town to buy supplies for the set-up crew. So far, I haven't been able to get any of the items on my shopping list from the departments who aren't here and who were smart enough to pre-order - but that's fine as my trailer is getting new shelves put in tomorrow so I haven't been able to access it anyway.
Olwyn is here (and she'd say "hi", Isuelte, if she knew I was LiveJournaling. Come to think of it, she shouted something about LJ when she was setting up her camp as I was leaving the last time). Cip and Loriage are nearly set up.
News: Viscount Sir Edward has offered to come down and spend a weekend teaching his 'fighting seminar' for my barony/whoever shows up. A full weekend! All I have to do, he says, is feed him. I think we can manage that. I'm going to see if I can reimburse him all his travel costs, too. And throw in any other kind of thank-you that I can. That is sure something to look forward to! (Yes, Margret, I am typing this in here so you can tell Otto. I already told Arni...)
Speaking of Arni... go easy on him, if you run into him in the next couple of weeks. His mother passed away last night. Well, more like Saturday night - he got the call just half an hour after I left for Cooper's Lake and he didn't want to tell me about it while I was on the road. He's not going to the funeral - he and his mom didn't 'hold with those', but he's feeling it. She raised him as a widow. She was pretty much all he had. Her 'new' husband is guilting the heck out of Arni for not coming down to Florida for the service, which will be a heavily-fundimental Christian bible-thumping service, that being what he enjoys (and I'm not downing that - funerals are for the living and he needs that comfort). But it would be the worst way for Arni to say farewell to his mother. A nice walk in the woods, that would be better.
