Logged in at Mystic Mail -- hope to resist the temptation to
spend too much time/money here, but it does mean I can peek at
comments, peek at my "busy" friends-filter (won't have time to
try to catch up with everyone -- sorry), and post an entry longer
than 160 bytes. (For anyone reading this on GreatestJournal,
InsaneJournal, or Blurty, I'm afraid I probably won't get around
to cloning the SMS posts over to those copies of my journal until
I get home; peek at my LiveJournal blog if you want to see the
short updates.)
Didn't feel well the last two days; feel a lot better today and
am hoping to pace myself so as to not have too many stay-in-my-tent
days. (I did make it to Wolgemutations rehearsals, but those were
just the other side of Howard's Fenway, no farther than the nearest
portapotties.)
I'm looking forward to the Wolgemutations concert a week from
tonight (7PM, amphitheatre): the leader of Wolgemut decided it
would be cool to have one concert presenting a rather different
approach to their repertoire, and asked Emory to recruit a few
musicians over here to join in. I won't be playing in any of the
regular Wolgemut concerts, just this one. It should be
a blast.
The only catch is that they moved the date of the Viking funeral
(where a scale-model Viking longship with the arms of various dead
SCAdians on shields along the side is burned in the midde of the
lake) to ... that same Thursday. This was a reasonable move, despite
the memorial really being most appropriately an End Of Event
ceremony, because a lot of people are already gone by the
time Saturday evening -- the usual time of the boat burning -- rolls
around, and this way they have time to reschedule in case of rain.
It's something I make a point to watch every year, remembering
various friends and kin I've lost (I put their names on pieces
of paper that go in the hold of the ship), but sunset for the 9th
will be a little before half-past-eight and the concert runs to
nine. (Maybe I'll be lucky and they'll wait long enough for full
dark that I'll already be offstage when the boat is launched?
It'll be cutting thnings awfully close even then.) I've got some
names to add to the boat this year even if I won't get to watch
the ceremony.
The first day I was here, Saturday, I was trying to get myself
set up, assemble the platform that my tent sits on so I could set
up the tent, when I noticed I was moving -- and thinking -- more
and more slowly. I eventually decided that, especially with the
clear weather, I needed sleep more urgently than I needed a tent,
so I rolled out a sleeping bag, grabbed a bit of loose canvas to
shield my face from the sun, and crashed "for a couple of hours".
When I woke, it was dark. And Clan Cambion's trailer had been
delivered. I asked some neighbours from House Bloodjack when the
trailer had shown up, and they started laughing. Then they described
the arrival of the tractor, how they'd jokingly pointed at me and
shouted, "Don't wake him," and how the tractor had driven six
feet from my head without my waking up. Note: tractors are
loud. I guess I really, really needed that sleep.
Time to sign off (I might make a few more short phone-posts
later) and finish my scouting run of the merchant area, then
try to get back to camp before I've used up all my spoons.
Way too many of the classes I'm interested in are scheduled
for nine-[expletive]ing-ay-em. Feh.
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