My, How Time Flies!
When last we spoke, Yours Truly had returned from Village Faire, awash in the warm afterglow of Medieval Muppetry.
Since then we have: attended Panhandle (BIG fun had by ALL); survived the post-Panhandle I-10 Hurricane and Flood Watch (NO fun had by ANYONE); sewn up a surcoat and survived a NearDeathExperience involving Amanda's brakes deciding to go on leave without so much as a memo or email.
Details follow:
Panhandle Skirmishes; A fine, fine event....much revelry both nights in the company of old friends We Do Not Get To See Often Enough, and sweet bardics. Yours Truly "fenced" until the shoulder was slightly injured and was acutally witnessed Sleeping In a Tent. Voluntarily. Dear Mooboy still hasn't fenced me, though...hmmm...
The I-10 Hurricane Party: Apparently, in a valiant attempt to make up for a lackluster season, all the rain you normally get in a Cat 1 storm fell on I-10 starting approximately 45 seconds before the clsoe of the event and ending 45 seconds after we all turned onto I-75. I can now Officially Say that I Will Never Suffer a Stroke, because if that ride didn't do it to me, mere clogged arteries stand NO chance...
Sewing Surcoats: Sweetsheep and Jilll1 have taught Yours Truly how to sew. So, of course, I have butchered VERY expensive velvet in the process. You see, when we measured out the pattern for the surcoat, Yours TRuly was possessed fo significantly more line-backer qulaity shoulders than we currently possess. So the SURCOAT is very off-the-shoulder. Greart sexy look, but not for the 14thc.
Luckily, I was buying our bolts of the stuff, so it CAn be re-cut and sewn properly tonight. Under adult supervision.
Also, brakes that don't work are Not Fun. But, Moi and the Boy made it home safely anyway and Darling man is fixing the brakes as we speak, to the tune of $800. How was YOUR month?
Coming Soon:
The Great Martinmas Moot Parade of Peers
Much hugs,
Alysoun
Monday, October 30, 2006
Thursday, October 19, 2006
THE PUPPETS WERE NOT MY FAULT!!!
OK...Maybe the PRESENTATION involving SOME of the puppets were my....doing...but Sheepy over there...SHE is the one who MADE the things!
Ah..Village Faire...the SCA at its purest - NO business meetings, MUCH fun, far too many idle Peers with NOTHING BETTER TO DO than torture the Missing.
Picture it.
Mittens - A DUke, Knight, Don and dear friend.....reduced to a cowprint joke in a tabard.
Fabio - A Duke, Knight and dear friend - hidden in his Superhero guise, generally cliueless expression intact.
Others bit it as well; Her GRace Elspeth, the Baron Thallaabi, the Baron of An Crosaire...Count Yoan...the list goes on. Much giddy fun was had by all and there were ACTUALLY some NEWCOMERS in attendance.
Then, there was Marshmallow War, or, The Fued of Fluffy Goodness (tm)
At feast, the populace was "encouraged" (and by encouraged we mean HEAVILY ARMED BY THE staff and FORCED to stare at the ammo) to toss the marshmallows at the Royals and Barional Nobles as they processed into feast..
It MAY have gotten a bit of hand....Yours Truly was finding marshmallow bits everyhwere about Our person: inthe coronet, the hair, the bodice...the Drinking Mug, which brings us to...
The Great Linen Hem Disaster of AS 40!!!!
Yours Truly has a lovely green linen backlaced gown that looks very, very good on Us. It sways, it flows, it gives us the Illusion of a Waist......
And it also gives a home toANTS....the hem of this treasure was COATED in spent sugar ammo and was STICKING to itself....it is all better now, but now We have to re-hem the thing...
Ah well...it was truly lovely to get to participate in the kind of event one reminisces about for years - NO high drama, much Great Fun and dear friends who also shared in the delight.
Off to Panhandle....
Alysoun
OK...Maybe the PRESENTATION involving SOME of the puppets were my....doing...but Sheepy over there...SHE is the one who MADE the things!
Ah..Village Faire...the SCA at its purest - NO business meetings, MUCH fun, far too many idle Peers with NOTHING BETTER TO DO than torture the Missing.
Picture it.
Mittens - A DUke, Knight, Don and dear friend.....reduced to a cowprint joke in a tabard.
Fabio - A Duke, Knight and dear friend - hidden in his Superhero guise, generally cliueless expression intact.
Others bit it as well; Her GRace Elspeth, the Baron Thallaabi, the Baron of An Crosaire...Count Yoan...the list goes on. Much giddy fun was had by all and there were ACTUALLY some NEWCOMERS in attendance.
Then, there was Marshmallow War, or, The Fued of Fluffy Goodness (tm)
At feast, the populace was "encouraged" (and by encouraged we mean HEAVILY ARMED BY THE staff and FORCED to stare at the ammo) to toss the marshmallows at the Royals and Barional Nobles as they processed into feast..
It MAY have gotten a bit of hand....Yours Truly was finding marshmallow bits everyhwere about Our person: inthe coronet, the hair, the bodice...the Drinking Mug, which brings us to...
The Great Linen Hem Disaster of AS 40!!!!
Yours Truly has a lovely green linen backlaced gown that looks very, very good on Us. It sways, it flows, it gives us the Illusion of a Waist......
And it also gives a home toANTS....the hem of this treasure was COATED in spent sugar ammo and was STICKING to itself....it is all better now, but now We have to re-hem the thing...
Ah well...it was truly lovely to get to participate in the kind of event one reminisces about for years - NO high drama, much Great Fun and dear friends who also shared in the delight.
Off to Panhandle....
Alysoun
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Fang, R.I.P.
So, anyway, when Yours Truly separated from her Starter Husband, she left the cats Gloria and Spot in his custody...
There We sat, alone in our new apartment, no husband (yay) and no cats (bad).
Yours Truly worked at the federal courthouse in Miami at the time and there was a judge's secretary who rescued stray cats. A couple of weeks after I moved out on the S.H., secretary called and asked if I was still interested in a new cat...I said yes.
I went to the judge's chambers and there was this......microball....of black fluff. Baleful
green eyes surveying the domain with pure feline contempt.
This little baby, aged about 5 weeks, was the sole survivor of Miami traffic that had taken her mom and litter mates. She fit in the palm of my hand with room left over. If she had been bald, she would havev been mistaken for a mouse. NOT a rat, a MOUSE. We are talking TINY.
By the time I arrived upstairs, this microkitten had:
1) Bitten the judge;
2) scratched the Courtroom Deputy;
3) Peed in the xerox machine; and
4) hissed and bristled if anyone THOUGHT about approaching her.
I was told all this AFTER the following ensued:
Then she saw me.....focused right in on that large, goldplated "SUCKER" insignia on my forehead....they handed her to me....gingerly.
I sat down on the comfy couch (all judge's chambers have comfy couches), and she promptly kneaded herself a bed in the top folds of my blouse and fell asleep.
Purring.
I was SO played....took her home, and named her FANG, because...well....she was SO TINY and CUTE....
She also rarely ever again PURRED. In fact, her purring was So rare that instances of it were legitimate excuses to hang up the phone on anyone.
Fang hated everybody and everything - my subsequent cats, neighbor's dogs, air, me, the Spouse....the sons, tile, rugs, sunlight, darkness and the occasional lizard.
The groomers had standing orders to sedate her before grooming. We know she never had rabies because she alone would have been responsible for an outbreak across three counties.
She DID have an express fondness for spaghetti, though....
She would rub up on visitors, give them the Face and the Silent Meow and then, when they reached down to pet the Dear Little Thing....she would BITE them.
She never got very big and really did love me, honestly. She would spend her evenings, after a hard day of separating out the SPouse's clothes from the hamper so she could pee SPECIFICALLY on the SPOUSe'S clothes, curled up on my head, licking my eyebrows.
I chose to see this as a sign of affection. Darling Man maintained she was taste testing me.
Anyway, she was Quite the Character and people did indeed stop by the house to see HER, NOT Us.
She saw us through: moves to Cocoa Beach, Greensboro, Orlando, Casselberry - four apartments, one house, one husband, 2 boyfriends, 2 sons, 2 pet rats, 5 jobs, a handful of death threats and countless bad fashion choices. She was uncuddly and indifferent to human suffering.
When we came home from the Occasion of Our Elevation to the Order of the Pelican, she waited for me to put the medallion on the dresser. When I was in the bathroom, she dragged it into the litter box.
After a long and fruitful life of commenting on the inferiority of the rest of us, the Girl developed a very rare blood infection that caused her body to turn its own fat into soap.
Go ahead and laugh, all who knew her thought it should have been a Pillar of Salt.
We spent weeks carrying her from her food to the litter box, as she quickly became unable to walk herself into it. But, being held by Yours Truly did give her comfort, and she continued to sleep well with her soft scrawny back pressed into Our belly.
Then, on October 8, 2003, when We picked her up for the night, she screamed in pain. I knew it was time and on October 9, 2003, We put her down. Yours Truly does occasionally feel as theough she murdered Fang, but logically, we knew that when even the possibility of scratching Us in her sleep could not ease her pain, she needed to go....
I have not stopped missing her and she has been especially in my heart today - I dreamt of her last night and she did, indeed, groom my right eyebrow (which apparently tastes better than the left), and BIT it...We were quiet surprised to find no scar this morning...except the one on Our heart.
Fang died on John Lennon's birthday. Bit the vet tech as he prepped her for the Shot :))
Miami, June, 1991 - Casselberry, October 9, 2003.
Furrily bereft,
Alysoun
So, anyway, when Yours Truly separated from her Starter Husband, she left the cats Gloria and Spot in his custody...
There We sat, alone in our new apartment, no husband (yay) and no cats (bad).
Yours Truly worked at the federal courthouse in Miami at the time and there was a judge's secretary who rescued stray cats. A couple of weeks after I moved out on the S.H., secretary called and asked if I was still interested in a new cat...I said yes.
I went to the judge's chambers and there was this......microball....of black fluff. Baleful
green eyes surveying the domain with pure feline contempt.
This little baby, aged about 5 weeks, was the sole survivor of Miami traffic that had taken her mom and litter mates. She fit in the palm of my hand with room left over. If she had been bald, she would havev been mistaken for a mouse. NOT a rat, a MOUSE. We are talking TINY.
By the time I arrived upstairs, this microkitten had:
1) Bitten the judge;
2) scratched the Courtroom Deputy;
3) Peed in the xerox machine; and
4) hissed and bristled if anyone THOUGHT about approaching her.
I was told all this AFTER the following ensued:
Then she saw me.....focused right in on that large, goldplated "SUCKER" insignia on my forehead....they handed her to me....gingerly.
I sat down on the comfy couch (all judge's chambers have comfy couches), and she promptly kneaded herself a bed in the top folds of my blouse and fell asleep.
Purring.
I was SO played....took her home, and named her FANG, because...well....she was SO TINY and CUTE....
She also rarely ever again PURRED. In fact, her purring was So rare that instances of it were legitimate excuses to hang up the phone on anyone.
Fang hated everybody and everything - my subsequent cats, neighbor's dogs, air, me, the Spouse....the sons, tile, rugs, sunlight, darkness and the occasional lizard.
The groomers had standing orders to sedate her before grooming. We know she never had rabies because she alone would have been responsible for an outbreak across three counties.
She DID have an express fondness for spaghetti, though....
She would rub up on visitors, give them the Face and the Silent Meow and then, when they reached down to pet the Dear Little Thing....she would BITE them.
She never got very big and really did love me, honestly. She would spend her evenings, after a hard day of separating out the SPouse's clothes from the hamper so she could pee SPECIFICALLY on the SPOUSe'S clothes, curled up on my head, licking my eyebrows.
I chose to see this as a sign of affection. Darling Man maintained she was taste testing me.
Anyway, she was Quite the Character and people did indeed stop by the house to see HER, NOT Us.
She saw us through: moves to Cocoa Beach, Greensboro, Orlando, Casselberry - four apartments, one house, one husband, 2 boyfriends, 2 sons, 2 pet rats, 5 jobs, a handful of death threats and countless bad fashion choices. She was uncuddly and indifferent to human suffering.
When we came home from the Occasion of Our Elevation to the Order of the Pelican, she waited for me to put the medallion on the dresser. When I was in the bathroom, she dragged it into the litter box.
After a long and fruitful life of commenting on the inferiority of the rest of us, the Girl developed a very rare blood infection that caused her body to turn its own fat into soap.
Go ahead and laugh, all who knew her thought it should have been a Pillar of Salt.
We spent weeks carrying her from her food to the litter box, as she quickly became unable to walk herself into it. But, being held by Yours Truly did give her comfort, and she continued to sleep well with her soft scrawny back pressed into Our belly.
Then, on October 8, 2003, when We picked her up for the night, she screamed in pain. I knew it was time and on October 9, 2003, We put her down. Yours Truly does occasionally feel as theough she murdered Fang, but logically, we knew that when even the possibility of scratching Us in her sleep could not ease her pain, she needed to go....
I have not stopped missing her and she has been especially in my heart today - I dreamt of her last night and she did, indeed, groom my right eyebrow (which apparently tastes better than the left), and BIT it...We were quiet surprised to find no scar this morning...except the one on Our heart.
Fang died on John Lennon's birthday. Bit the vet tech as he prepped her for the Shot :))
Miami, June, 1991 - Casselberry, October 9, 2003.
Furrily bereft,
Alysoun
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
It's the MOST WONderful TIME of the Year...
So, it is OCtober - the month that makes Floridians of all Northerners and at which point the State is at its best. The weather is not-too-hot and not-t00-humid during the day, the nights are cooler and crisp, the sky is bright bue, the bugs have mostly gone on vacation.
Visitors come here in October and decide to stay, putting an undue stress on the environment, our schools and our roads.
So, A Modest Proposal:
We BAN non-residents from Florida until Thanksgiving. Also, should anyone express a desire to move here, either by attempting to rent or buy a dwelling, looking for work ,etc., we make them spend AUGUST here, first.
I predict a marked decrease in our congestion :)
In Other News....
Trimaris and Yours Truly begin their dazzling interaction in earnest come the 13th, which date will fund us happily ensconced at Village Faire, teaching much fun newcomer stuff in tandem with SheepGirl.
Watch this space....
hugs,
Alysoun
So, it is OCtober - the month that makes Floridians of all Northerners and at which point the State is at its best. The weather is not-too-hot and not-t00-humid during the day, the nights are cooler and crisp, the sky is bright bue, the bugs have mostly gone on vacation.
Visitors come here in October and decide to stay, putting an undue stress on the environment, our schools and our roads.
So, A Modest Proposal:
We BAN non-residents from Florida until Thanksgiving. Also, should anyone express a desire to move here, either by attempting to rent or buy a dwelling, looking for work ,etc., we make them spend AUGUST here, first.
I predict a marked decrease in our congestion :)
In Other News....
Trimaris and Yours Truly begin their dazzling interaction in earnest come the 13th, which date will fund us happily ensconced at Village Faire, teaching much fun newcomer stuff in tandem with SheepGirl.
Watch this space....
hugs,
Alysoun
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