He lands at my feet,
Orange wings flicker,
Then he flutters off.
Flying, feeding, breeding, are
Far more urgent than my walk.
I'm no expert, but he might've been a Monarch. My daily lap is around a long industrial block in San Leandro, all warehouses and semis pulling in and out, yet I've spotted hummingbirds, Steller's Jays, a hawk, doves and this morning's butterfly, because even in industrial areas, some properties have been landscaped.
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Pie is baked. I also boiled up a dozen eggs and Luckys had nice tote bags full of Fuji Apples on special, so those'll be my contribution to the camp menu. Captain Shinn always buys enough cheese, cold meats, bread and beer to choke an Artillerie Company.
Clothing is packed. I just have to ferry things down to the truck.
OK, so the fairgrounds at Woodland isn't any more medieval than some downtown hotel, but it is eminently cheaper and I will be outside!!!! I will be hanging around with people I don't get to play with very often and whose company I enjoy. I will get to be in demo mode - which I never seem to get to do in this silly kingdom because 98% of SCA demos I ever hear about are during school and sorry, but I do actually work for a living. (I've been in the West for six years. I've done maybe four SCA demos.) The Saturday night potluck after gates closed is a blast. Re-enactors from Hadrians' Wall legionaries to the Viet Nam ambulance drivers, sitting around talking about cool stuff.
allergicone posted today, reminding me today to keep planning for A&S in my head. Sheer madness: an Asian track of classes. In the West. Hoo! And a picnic to host!
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I picked up a card reader. I still can't get that last video to download from the card - maybe the file is corrupted. I seem to be able to play it back ok on the camera. Sigh.