It was alllllll Good
May. 30th, 2006 01:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stitchwhichWhat a lovely weekend! Yes, it was hot. (Boy, was it hot - although later in the summer we'll be looking back and thinking "maybe not so much".) I spent most of it on my hinney, some of that on purpose, and some of that by necessity. The new pavilion got curtains, which did look good and when we found that the 'curtain rods' were too long for what we had planned, ended up working better with the "let's punt" version than our original vision would have. I learned that I don't want that pavilion for my Pennsic camping, so it's Arn's for sure, now, because I'm not giving him a choice. I really want him to have an area he can retreat to and smoke in in comfort.
Sewing (actually, pinning) the curtains last week strained my back a bit - all muscle-ache, nothing else. I think. Anyway, it caused me to be less help than I wanted during the packing/set-up so I decided to be lazy as could be during the actual event in order to get over most of the ache before packout on Monday. Since one of the things I was really looking forward to was doing more embroidery on my most recent project, that worked out well. I did learn that sitting on chairs on uneven ground requires the use of back muscles, which if you are in a series of meetings, may result in you being less coherent yet more willing to talk than you should... pain does that to me. I finally caught on and bailed on the last of three meetings so I could give Her Majesty a break from my talk-talk-talk. Meghan sweetly made lunch (both days!) and ordered me to my comfy-chair with a drink and some motrin and then all was well.
I learned that the tradition of "chivvy the new fighter to drink until they puke" is still alive. I regret that juvenile behavior but recognise that it is a military tradition from way back and will probably never change. But I pity the victims. And really regret that the instigators are rarely people who have experienced it themselves. Perhaps having it happen changes ones' behavior so that excessive drinking doesn't appeal anymore. I don't know...
It was a very nice break to just sit in our camping area and relax. I never made it to the merchants or any of the displays/competitions and for the most part, didn't miss them. I missed the folks I would have seen, though, a lot. That was a regret!
Arn carried my comfy-chair to Court. I'm glad I let him. I had half-decided to stay back in camp rather than increase the pain level but he was so wanting me to not miss something I enjoy (seeing friends get recognised) that I let him talk me into it. I did enjoy Court. Michael and Sionaid pace theirs very well and don't do that nasty "lowest to highest award" thing so it really is entertaining rather than rote. The mob of children who were presented to Their Majesties reminded me that I wanted to do something to replenish Their gift box. Boy, once I saw the child with a plastic frizbee, I _really_ wanted to do that! It's got to be hard to keep 'period-ish' toys in stock. And after this weekend, I'd be surprised if they had any toys at all!
It was a joy to watch Bryce kneel before his Great-Great-GrandKnight and receive Michael's own token of a Pel/laurel... It was a joy to welcome him to our Order.
Sharing a kitchen with Meghan was great. We ended up with too much food - but that's better than the alternative. Heat will certainly do that to you.
Arn worked too hard (I've GOT to get him a new Marshal's tunic so he won't have to keep wearing the same one!) but he rested well once we got home. Tonight is the Great Unpacking. Which means that I'd better rest well now, because "clean, repair, inventory, refresh, and store" is in my future in the next few hours.
Sewing (actually, pinning) the curtains last week strained my back a bit - all muscle-ache, nothing else. I think. Anyway, it caused me to be less help than I wanted during the packing/set-up so I decided to be lazy as could be during the actual event in order to get over most of the ache before packout on Monday. Since one of the things I was really looking forward to was doing more embroidery on my most recent project, that worked out well. I did learn that sitting on chairs on uneven ground requires the use of back muscles, which if you are in a series of meetings, may result in you being less coherent yet more willing to talk than you should... pain does that to me. I finally caught on and bailed on the last of three meetings so I could give Her Majesty a break from my talk-talk-talk. Meghan sweetly made lunch (both days!) and ordered me to my comfy-chair with a drink and some motrin and then all was well.
I learned that the tradition of "chivvy the new fighter to drink until they puke" is still alive. I regret that juvenile behavior but recognise that it is a military tradition from way back and will probably never change. But I pity the victims. And really regret that the instigators are rarely people who have experienced it themselves. Perhaps having it happen changes ones' behavior so that excessive drinking doesn't appeal anymore. I don't know...
It was a very nice break to just sit in our camping area and relax. I never made it to the merchants or any of the displays/competitions and for the most part, didn't miss them. I missed the folks I would have seen, though, a lot. That was a regret!
Arn carried my comfy-chair to Court. I'm glad I let him. I had half-decided to stay back in camp rather than increase the pain level but he was so wanting me to not miss something I enjoy (seeing friends get recognised) that I let him talk me into it. I did enjoy Court. Michael and Sionaid pace theirs very well and don't do that nasty "lowest to highest award" thing so it really is entertaining rather than rote. The mob of children who were presented to Their Majesties reminded me that I wanted to do something to replenish Their gift box. Boy, once I saw the child with a plastic frizbee, I _really_ wanted to do that! It's got to be hard to keep 'period-ish' toys in stock. And after this weekend, I'd be surprised if they had any toys at all!
It was a joy to watch Bryce kneel before his Great-Great-GrandKnight and receive Michael's own token of a Pel/laurel... It was a joy to welcome him to our Order.
Sharing a kitchen with Meghan was great. We ended up with too much food - but that's better than the alternative. Heat will certainly do that to you.
Arn worked too hard (I've GOT to get him a new Marshal's tunic so he won't have to keep wearing the same one!) but he rested well once we got home. Tonight is the Great Unpacking. Which means that I'd better rest well now, because "clean, repair, inventory, refresh, and store" is in my future in the next few hours.
