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gurdymonkeySomeone hit someone else and we will have a new king and queen in about a month. No, I didn't really watch the tournament. I was hip deep in small children much of the weekend as I ended up camping with Gwenhwyfar, Edward and Johanna and their respective kids. Page school was directly next door.
Johanna and her family live out in the boonies of Mariposa County near Yosemite and she home schools their kids. The last time I saw Lily and Michael they were painfully shy, but they were much better this weekend. Last year Aidan fought for Lily in one of the children's tourneys, so they're thick as thieves and she ended up roaming around in a kid-pack with him and Tristan. Michael stayed with his mom a bit more, but he was actually talking back to me when I spoke to him and by Sunday morning was trying to sell me some of his Easter candy.
I only got interrupted twice while playing the hurdy gurdy. Not bad. I need to look at the chanter string though. It's sounding a bit scratchy and I may need to get some fresh cotton on it.
I metacanthusleaf's wacky doggie Bubbles, and Rolf and Aurora's gorgeous German Shepherd pup Chance, who reminds me so much of the dog I grew up with I could cry. He's five months old and already weighs 60 pounds. And SWEET!
mamapduck gave me a stuffed gorilla who needed a home. I let Johanna's baby play with him until he yanked out an eye. She also returned my copy of Rushdie's Haroun and the Sea of Stories, which I was very happy to pass on to Edward to try out on his kids. I let Johanna's baby, Toby, play with the gorilla. He yanked one of its' eyes out. Methinks this primate is going to end up in an eyepatch.
Crashed out for a couple of hours Saturday afternoon not long after finals with a bad headache, but the nap helped. As did dinner. Chicken, rice and "green soup." Edward's chard soup looks like algae bloom, but I had two bowls of it and sopped up the dregs with bread. Deep fried mice for dessert - batter dipped slices of fruit with powdered sugar - they tend to come out of the oil with drippy batter "tails", hence the name. I did try one. I'd've preferred my apple un-fried though. Vincenzo, Etain and Khalid came over and we ended up hanging around and chatting around the fire all evening.
Whoever decided that underneath our firepit was a good place to put an Easter Egg for the children's hunt needs to have a dutch oven full of burned blueberry muffins dropped on her foot. (It was NOT someone in our camp.) The ratio of donated Easter candy to children onsite was skewed such that even the really little kids made out like bandits. Our herd were pretty good about only eating what their 'rents said they could have.
I helped trouble shoot the staff sling Edward was working on. He'd never made one. One look and I said, "There's your problem, the sling is too long." We shortened the strings by almost half, tried it again and it worked perfectly. They are SUCH fun to play with.
Despite several people saying, "Oh, yes, I want to come sing," Sunday morning's festivities consisted of me sitting with Johanna and the baby at the appointed spot and me making up lyrics to things with Toby's name in it while he rode "horsie" on his mom's knee. Orazio Vecchi's "So Ben Mi Cha Buon Tempo" became "I know a boy named Toby" quite easily.
When I stopped to say hello toleohtulf this morning, Susan of Bellatrix waylaid me and plied me with a slice of decadently good Mexican chocolate cake. Got yet another baby fix when Brian and Marguerite's little guy Noah came back to have lunch. Noah has words now. Sentences cannot be far behind.
Tore down. Came home. Ready to crash. But first, "John Adams."
Johanna and her family live out in the boonies of Mariposa County near Yosemite and she home schools their kids. The last time I saw Lily and Michael they were painfully shy, but they were much better this weekend. Last year Aidan fought for Lily in one of the children's tourneys, so they're thick as thieves and she ended up roaming around in a kid-pack with him and Tristan. Michael stayed with his mom a bit more, but he was actually talking back to me when I spoke to him and by Sunday morning was trying to sell me some of his Easter candy.
I only got interrupted twice while playing the hurdy gurdy. Not bad. I need to look at the chanter string though. It's sounding a bit scratchy and I may need to get some fresh cotton on it.
I met
acanthusleaf's wacky doggie Bubbles, and Rolf and Aurora's gorgeous German Shepherd pup Chance, who reminds me so much of the dog I grew up with I could cry. He's five months old and already weighs 60 pounds. And SWEET! mamapduck gave me a stuffed gorilla who needed a home. I let Johanna's baby play with him until he yanked out an eye. She also returned my copy of Rushdie's Haroun and the Sea of Stories, which I was very happy to pass on to Edward to try out on his kids. I let Johanna's baby, Toby, play with the gorilla. He yanked one of its' eyes out. Methinks this primate is going to end up in an eyepatch. Crashed out for a couple of hours Saturday afternoon not long after finals with a bad headache, but the nap helped. As did dinner. Chicken, rice and "green soup." Edward's chard soup looks like algae bloom, but I had two bowls of it and sopped up the dregs with bread. Deep fried mice for dessert - batter dipped slices of fruit with powdered sugar - they tend to come out of the oil with drippy batter "tails", hence the name. I did try one. I'd've preferred my apple un-fried though. Vincenzo, Etain and Khalid came over and we ended up hanging around and chatting around the fire all evening.
Whoever decided that underneath our firepit was a good place to put an Easter Egg for the children's hunt needs to have a dutch oven full of burned blueberry muffins dropped on her foot. (It was NOT someone in our camp.) The ratio of donated Easter candy to children onsite was skewed such that even the really little kids made out like bandits. Our herd were pretty good about only eating what their 'rents said they could have.
I helped trouble shoot the staff sling Edward was working on. He'd never made one. One look and I said, "There's your problem, the sling is too long." We shortened the strings by almost half, tried it again and it worked perfectly. They are SUCH fun to play with.
Despite several people saying, "Oh, yes, I want to come sing," Sunday morning's festivities consisted of me sitting with Johanna and the baby at the appointed spot and me making up lyrics to things with Toby's name in it while he rode "horsie" on his mom's knee. Orazio Vecchi's "So Ben Mi Cha Buon Tempo" became "I know a boy named Toby" quite easily.
When I stopped to say hello to
leohtulf this morning, Susan of Bellatrix waylaid me and plied me with a slice of decadently good Mexican chocolate cake. Got yet another baby fix when Brian and Marguerite's little guy Noah came back to have lunch. Noah has words now. Sentences cannot be far behind. Tore down. Came home. Ready to crash. But first, "John Adams."
