September 2006 Archives

Ugh.

I had lofty plans to sand masks on Saturday while viewing our Crown List tournament, an SCA event that chooses our new king. I had plans to do this while helping a friend as her husband fought in said event. I had all these plans...

Yeah, well, Mother Nature can be a miserable old hag sometimes.

The tournamnet was in Southern Louisiana. Southern Louisiana apparently has a giant magnifying glass pointed right at it because it was hot as hell and then some. Oh, and let's talk about the humidity. Ya'll. Is it possible to have 180% humidity? It was like wearing a wet wool blanket over your head. Yeah, I was reminded with a bat to the face why I left that horrible place. Besides, my gills closed up years ago.

As an example of how blech it really was, picture a nice tray laden with crackers, pepperoni, and sliced cheese on a table with bowls of fruit and bagels and a large cooler of green tea with spearmint and lavender. Now, picture the cheese over a few hours separating itself into its base components and turning into a gloopy mess that never looked like it ever came from a cow much less like cheese.

Completely miserable, I tell you.

And, to top it off, it was love bug season. These little black bugs with orange eyes come out in swarms to have a massive bug orgy before dropping dead. They're harmless but they are everywhere and get into every thing and make washing your car REAL interesting. They were crawling up my dress and getting into our hair and drowning themselves in our bowl of olives. Way appetizing.

The only saving grace was the mosquitoes, for some odd reason, weren't a problem. Go figure.

Now, don't get me wrong, the event was lovely. We had tons of fun with good people and good food and good drink. There was just the kind of heat Satan would turn his nose at.

Then, it rained Saturday night.

Sunday morning, against all the laws of anything, was WORSE.

A friend who was bunking next to Todd and me told us that he knew we were in trouble when "I was awaken to someone quietly opening the door to go outside and all I heard him say was, 'Oh, dear Lord.'"

Thank all the heavens for cabins and air conditioning. If I had to tent in that, I would have killed someone for no other reason than I was grumpy, uncomfortable, and felt that someone needed to die. I feel this is why there is so much crime in down South.

So, yeah, there was no progress made. Lara and I kept looking at our baskets of Things to Do and declaring there was no way any exertion was going to be made in the name of art, especially art that has anything to do with wool, of which we both had some. (I was thinking of doing something with that alpaca I bought at Gulf Wars.) It's bad enough we all returned to the cabins after the tourney and refused to leave until we absolutely had to.

Which was court.

Which was outside.

Yeah, shooting us would have been more merciful.

Hopefully, there will be progress this week. The weekend is our anniversary, so I don't expect to be thinking about paper mache.

Yes, folks, I am BACK!

Night before last, I started on my masks again, and it was so good to be Home Where I Belong.

It's eleven at night, and although I have not been able to work all day, I feel the itch. Oh, yes, I expect to be up late tonight.

And, tomorrow.

I went to the Halloween Express store.

Lots of ideas.

The Itch has me.

I want to start New Projects.

That's bad.

Must...finish...these...masks...