So, it’s been a week…

So, it’s been a week since I got home from Gulf Wars. In fact, it’s just short of 1.5 hours of being a full week since I got home. I should have written about the War sooner, but the fact of the matter is that I had to recover first. By the time I got hone last Sunday I was so sleep deprived I was starting to halucinate a bit, which hadn’t happened since I quit drinking all those years ago. I have quite literally spent the last week sleeping as much as possible. By yesterday I was ready to do the Gulf Wars laundry and start getting organized again.

The War was wonderful. We had, I believe, the highest numbers since Katrina. The crew I traveled with arrived on site Saturday a little after noon. This was the first time I had been to Kings Arrow since Larry had cut down so many trees down. I was shocked at the changes to the site. It looked so different, but I quickly found I liked the changes. You could see so much more of the site, and I liked that.

We had a smaller camp to set up this year because Luca, Gresch and Cherie were not able to attend. We spent a couple of hours setting up camp, and then made the traditional post camp set up run into Hattiesburg. It’s strange, but no matter how carefully you pack,  you always forget something and you have to go to either Sam’s, or Walmart, or both.

Sunday morning was opening day.I took off early down to the Watch House to find Ariadne and find out what shifts I’d be working. As Iwas heading back to camp Sir Bart drove by in a golf cart and asked for some help with a project. Important tip, before agreeing to help with a project, find out what the project is: Sir Bart’s project was moving every porta john on site off the road by 5 feet. Now, most of the porta johns are set up in groups of two or three, and we discovered at the second group that we should both knock  and announce our presence loudly. I hope the gentleman we …disturbed, has recovered.

This was a very low stress war for me. I did volunteer a couple of days at Troll, and I enjoyed that as I always do. For the first time I also volunteered several shifts for the Watch. That was was very different, and it allowed me to see a different face of the War. The best part is that it also allowed me to meet several new friends. I plan on doing more again next year.

I could tell you about each day of the war, but I honestly don’t remember them all that clearly. I do know that I spent a LOT of time doing what I do best, hanging out and talking with people. I remember Wednesday clearly, because that is the day my paycheck got direct deposited in my bank account and that meant I could finally hit the merchant area. I got a bit stupid, bought a lot of jewelry making supplies: beads, wire, tools, more beads, more wire, more tools. I had a ball.

Friday was memorable because of Morgana’s Elevation. I’ve seen several elevations, for all three Order’s, and they were all moving in one way or another, but Morgana’s was the most moving one I had ever seen. It was  clear night. The voices of the ladies that sang, the hankerchiefs that were distributed, the testimonials of the Laurels, Knights, and Pelicans, and most importantly the testimonials of the populace, they all will stay in my memory for a very long time.

Court on Saturday was also special. Well, I always thing Court, at any event, is special, but seeing Gellis and Gida get their Court Baronies, and seeing the announcement of Caedmon’s elevation were memories I’ll treasure forever.

All to soon it was Sunday morning and it was time to pack up and come home. I was ready to leave, but about ten minutes after getting home I was ready to pack up and go back again.

This week, I got nothing.

Sweet jumping Jesus, it’s already 1:36 PM on Sunday after noon! Where in the hell did the last week go? How in the name of all that’s holy, or unholy for that matter, did it get to be Sunday already?

Bah! There is no use in trying to figure out where the time went; I just need to accept the fact that it is Sunday, and I haven’t yet written my response to Sarah’s quote challenge. So, with that admission, I’m going to do something I don’t normally do, and admit that I don’t have the time or energy to respond to this. I’m going to decline a challenge. Mark your calendars; this doesn’t happen often.

Sorry folks, but this week, I got nothing.


The Joy of Lists

I would really like to write a long, coherent post about one of the things that are currently occupying my attention, but that is not going to happen. There are simply to many things going on in what passes for my mind. If the sheer number were not enough, I have conflicting thoughts about several of those items. So, instead of the long, coherent post I would really like to post, I’m just going to make a rambling, disjointed list of thoughts, and feelings.

  • The best coffee that a person can buy is not found at Starbucks or other high priced coffee bars, it is found at Dunkin Donuts (I have no conflicting thoughts about this).
  • I truly love the SCA and just about everything it stands for.
  • Sometimes I am completely disgusted by the same organization.
  • Sparkly vampires are not, in fact, vampires.
  • Edmund Burke wrote, “All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing”. I think that would be more effective if re-written as, “All that is necessary for stupidity to triumph is for smart people to do nothing.”
  • We have had a rather major shake up in the structure of my work place. I have a new boss, and she is not the same as the old boss. This is both good, and bad. Bad, because of feelings of loyalty to my old boss; good because of some remarkably good changes in my work environment and new opportunities for me.
  • I can’t believe that it is less than ten days to Gulf Wars. That must be a mistake I simply have to much to do before the War.
  • I can’t believe that it a whole ten days to Gulf Wars. I desperately need a week with 3000 or so of my closest friends.
  • I quit playing World Of Warcraft a couple of months ago and have spent most of the time I used to spend playing making jewelry. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed making jewelry, but I do miss the social aspect of playing a massively multiplayer on-line game. Someone should create a game where I could both make jewelry that exists in the real world and where I could occasionally blow the living hell out of something just for the fun of it.
  • The Winter Olympics were cool, but curling is not really a sport.
  • I’m bloody sick of winter. Snow sucks. Bring on the heat.
  • Recent discussion on the Gleann Abhann list about raising period poultry has reawakened my interest in keeping homing pigeons.
  • I REALLY need an operating vehicle. It doesn’t have to look good, just has to run reliably.
  • I REALLY don’t want to have a monthly car payment again.
  • Snow sucks.
  • The music of Bob Seeger can soothe a troubled mind.
  • Caprica is a much better show than I thought it would be.
  • People, even people you know well can surprise you, and that is a good thing.
  • People, even people you know well, can surprise you, and that is, sometimes, a bad thing.

In the words of Porky Pig, that’s all folks.