Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Perrine is being extra-cute tonight (though she did start by responding to the Rite Of Cat Summoning -- putting the key into the lock of the security door -- by launching herself against the wooden door about halfway up, just below the glass, with an impressive thud, after sprinting down the stairs). Quite distracting. She just peered up at me, wide-eyed, from beneath a large sheet of aluminum foil. I returned the van a couple days late, which did seem to annoy Mom, but less so than I'd expected. She handed me baggies containing potato salad, and bread and cheese, and drove me to my gig. Food at the gig was desserts and punch, so having bread and cheese handy turned out to be a good thing. The dancemaster and dancemistress taught, we played, people danced, and during the breaks people drank punch and nibbled tasty cookies and stuff. The site was lovely (and the rows of candle-lanterns on the front steps were a dramatic touch). Pretty costumes, and pretty garb. (Yeah, I know, but I have trouble calling historical clothing worn by re-enactors who wear it fairly often "a costume" ... some folks were in garb, some were in costume, and some I couldn't tell because they might have been folks who don't normally wear the clothes that on someone else wouldn't feel like "costume". And writing this parenthetical comment probably means there's a whole essay I won't have to get around to writing later.) Then a bandmate drove waaaay out of his way to bring me back to Baltimore.

Now I've got "The Indian Princess" stuck in my head, even though we played that very early in the evening, so I ought to have "Baltimore" or "De'il Among The Tailors" stuck there instead. I managed to sneak in a bit of bass recorder along with the guitar. (It was a good thing I brought my recorders, 'cause another bandmate forgot her woodwinds bag. She had her soprano recorder, but had to borrow my alto and tenor.)

Before I left the house I was thinking about how badly I felt like I needed a nap. Nearly eight hours later, I'm going to go see whether I can fall asleep. I ate the potato salad while typing this.

I am not much of a walnut fan, but the spiced walnuts at the gig were pretty darned cool. Do the same thing to peanuts (which I usually like) and I'll make a face, but on walnuts the effect was really cool.