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Home again, home again, jiggity-jig
Aug. 10th, 2008 04:18 pm"Oh water hot is a glorious thing..."
Pippin and the others had it right. I tried to run out the water in the water heater, I swear, but I didn't make it - although after all the scrubbing I think I may be missing body parts. But hey, if they were that dirty, who'd want 'em anyway?
Now for a trip to the Commissary to restock the home stores, and then the Great Unpacking should probably begin. Followed by the Great Washing and Storing Away. And after that, the Great Sewing Machine search. I'd forgotten until half-way home that I no longer had my reliable steady sewing machine. I hate the lack of choices in looking for a new one.
Pennsic overall was good. There was pain and drama circling my world and many of the people I care about no longer speak to each other. Some of those relationships were deep and years in the making. Other folks suffered the loss of a loved one to Death, and still others have so badly affected their standing with their circle of compatriots that they will probably never be comfortable in those circles again. I grieve for all of their losses.
I spent a lot more time in the Herald's tent, mostly indulging in Crayola Therapy, coloring submissions, and picked up this or that by the age-old technique of admitting I was totally ignorant. And have found that device-crafting is, well, really intriguing. I came home with my interest piqued and my knowledge-base woefully inadequate. Thank goodness for "Oscar". I took a class on it (sort of - do four "Quartermaster-emergencies" constitute too many in one hour to say "I took a class"?) and am hopeful that I'll be able to read more and learn about the submission process.
I meant to type all sorts of stuff about how great Pennsic was (Attack Laurel Academy) (Singing with Gaffer and his harp, and Fin, Finnogula, ah heck, pretty brother with her great voice, harmonizing ability, and harp) (hanging out in the QM office with our crew and laughing with our visitors), but all I can really think to write is, "I'm clean, I'm clean....my hair is back to normal."
You can see where my priorities lie...
Pippin and the others had it right. I tried to run out the water in the water heater, I swear, but I didn't make it - although after all the scrubbing I think I may be missing body parts. But hey, if they were that dirty, who'd want 'em anyway?
Now for a trip to the Commissary to restock the home stores, and then the Great Unpacking should probably begin. Followed by the Great Washing and Storing Away. And after that, the Great Sewing Machine search. I'd forgotten until half-way home that I no longer had my reliable steady sewing machine. I hate the lack of choices in looking for a new one.
Pennsic overall was good. There was pain and drama circling my world and many of the people I care about no longer speak to each other. Some of those relationships were deep and years in the making. Other folks suffered the loss of a loved one to Death, and still others have so badly affected their standing with their circle of compatriots that they will probably never be comfortable in those circles again. I grieve for all of their losses.
I spent a lot more time in the Herald's tent, mostly indulging in Crayola Therapy, coloring submissions, and picked up this or that by the age-old technique of admitting I was totally ignorant. And have found that device-crafting is, well, really intriguing. I came home with my interest piqued and my knowledge-base woefully inadequate. Thank goodness for "Oscar". I took a class on it (sort of - do four "Quartermaster-emergencies" constitute too many in one hour to say "I took a class"?) and am hopeful that I'll be able to read more and learn about the submission process.
I meant to type all sorts of stuff about how great Pennsic was (Attack Laurel Academy) (Singing with Gaffer and his harp, and Fin, Finnogula, ah heck, pretty brother with her great voice, harmonizing ability, and harp) (hanging out in the QM office with our crew and laughing with our visitors), but all I can really think to write is, "I'm clean, I'm clean....my hair is back to normal."
You can see where my priorities lie...
