Pondering the imponderable
Mar. 20th, 2011 07:55 pmIs it just me? Really?
Was holding an event during a cold, wet, hazardous storm system REALLY as wonderful as all those people on the kingdom e-list and Facebook are making out?
I got to stand in the back of a dim, crowded* hall and witness the backs of a great many heads and backs because who wanted to kneel on concrete through two peerage ceremonies? (Have I mentioned I'm agoraphobic since way back and crowds make me uncomfortable?)
I'm happy to see you too, but was it necessary to press my linen and silk to your completely sodden wool bosom so that I could be wetter than I was before you hugged me?
Raise your hand if you enjoy falling down in the mud. I know I'm not the only one who had a wipe-out yesterday.
Raise your hand if you're limber enough to change clothes and shoes in driver's seat of a cab of a light pick-up. Without getting the dry stuff wet as you take the wet stuff off.
How much stuff now has to be dried out, cleaned, checked for damage, repaired, repacked? How long will that take? How much canvas is getting moldy while people wait for it to stop raining long enough to lay it out to dry properly?
How much more did folks have to spend on this event for motel rooms and hot meals?
While we're all congratulating ourselves for our companionship in "adversity" we voluntarily subjected ourselves to in the name of a hobby, there are people experiencing real adversity in Libya. In Japan. In Haiti. In other places.
We few. We happy few. We band of loonies without the sense to come in out of the rain.
Was holding an event during a cold, wet, hazardous storm system REALLY as wonderful as all those people on the kingdom e-list and Facebook are making out?
I got to stand in the back of a dim, crowded* hall and witness the backs of a great many heads and backs because who wanted to kneel on concrete through two peerage ceremonies? (Have I mentioned I'm agoraphobic since way back and crowds make me uncomfortable?)
I'm happy to see you too, but was it necessary to press my linen and silk to your completely sodden wool bosom so that I could be wetter than I was before you hugged me?
Raise your hand if you enjoy falling down in the mud. I know I'm not the only one who had a wipe-out yesterday.
Raise your hand if you're limber enough to change clothes and shoes in driver's seat of a cab of a light pick-up. Without getting the dry stuff wet as you take the wet stuff off.
How much stuff now has to be dried out, cleaned, checked for damage, repaired, repacked? How long will that take? How much canvas is getting moldy while people wait for it to stop raining long enough to lay it out to dry properly?
How much more did folks have to spend on this event for motel rooms and hot meals?
While we're all congratulating ourselves for our companionship in "adversity" we voluntarily subjected ourselves to in the name of a hobby, there are people experiencing real adversity in Libya. In Japan. In Haiti. In other places.
We few. We happy few. We band of loonies without the sense to come in out of the rain.