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Stream of Beltane Consciousness
May. 6th, 2012 08:17 pmI like the site where we have Beltane, I just loathe trying to get there on a Friday after work. I-80 was a parking lot from the maze to beyond where I got onto 580 due to an accident all the way up in Pinole. Then 101 was a parking lot in Novato where the freeway narrows near Olompali State Park. And below Petaluma. And Santa Rosa....
I did divert to the futon shop in San Rafael, acquired a traditional Japanese futon (3" thick with cotton fill) with minimum fuss or muss, then stopped again in Windsor, having previously ascertained that the northernmost Raley's/Nob Hill/BelAir was there. They can be counted upon to have block ice and the frozen fish filets that are cooler friendly, so I picked up some ahi, a ginger sesame dressing to marinate it in, a pre-packaged salad and some fruit.
I stopped again in Cloverdale to pick up a sandwich from the Subway and a roll of masking tape at the CVS, then drove the last winding bit of 128 with the moon rising and the sun starting to set at the same time. It was a bit after 8 when I made it to site.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
layla_lilah turned up at almost the same time, despite having left Oakland more than an hour later than I did, which should speak to traffic foo and my stops on the way.
Set up on the slope facing east just below the fence-line by a search-light moon, gave![[info]](../../img/userinfo.gif?v=91.5)
layla_lilah a hand raising the ridge poles on her bell wedge and loaned her one of my wool blankets. I also managed to give Artos a pre-vigil hug while he was getting squared away in his vigil tent before the line started to form.
It got bloody cold pretty fast, though I stopped by Toad Hall on my way back from parking my car to cop a few minutes by their firepit and say hello. Bed being the warmest place for me, I zipped into my bag on my brand new futon - and spent the next several hours not sleeping because something (either a Jack-in-the-Box sandwich I'd had for lunch or the tuna sub from Subway) had decided to make me miserable. Antacids didn't help. I ended up propping myself up with my garb bag and one of my seating cushions and finally got a couple hours' sleep.
Oatmeal for breakfast seemed to help, as did a bowl of tea. It being "Boy's Day," I wore my tattsukebakama, a short kosode with the sleeves tied back and my rather beat up "small" Japanese hat. Went to court, watched two knightings (don't really know Bjarnheddin other than by sight, but was happy to be there for Artos'), swore fealty to Their New Majesties, petted Baron Joel's "Battle of the Nations" surcote for good luck, built a kite (despite the problematic geography and uncooperative wind conditions), shmoozed with the Chateau Rose gang, murdered that poor pre-packaged salad at lunch, checked on a lady who was struggling with a sun-shade pole as I was coming back from the privy only to be told she had always wanted to meet me (so I accepted some water and sat with her for a little while), pounded down an Advil (not sure if it was lack of hydration or the peach champagne), made more rice than we were going to get through and seared ahi whilelayla_lilah roasted some asparagus and bell peppers for us to feast upon (OMG, tasty!) , then took several bottles of red wine that kept collecting in my kitchen and donated them to the Grasshopper tavern, as well as a tray with the rest of the Wandering Poet and some cups to ply folks with, got kissed by Sir Obadiah who was on some mad, kiss-all-the-girls tear, laughed at Fergus whipping one of his friends at a dice game, made fried rice with the dinner leftovers for breakfast, went to my first Laurel meeting and sat in the back row working on my "to be silent" skills while I get the lie of the land, sugared up a portion of the kingdom with kasutera, received a bag of coins from Master Emmerich for my donations to the Grasshopper, tore down my gear, had a break for cosmically groovy strawberry rhubarb pie with layla_lilah, finished tearing down, found a burger stand in Cloverdale and had a milkshake with layla_lilah and came home.
The new bedding is just what I want. I need to make a cover for it, though I'm debating whether or not to build in a plastic barrier layer on the bottom or simply make a separate ground sheet and Scotchguard the snot out of it.I also need to get a couple of those ratcheting cargo straps, which will make packing it for transport a lot easier.
I did divert to the futon shop in San Rafael, acquired a traditional Japanese futon (3" thick with cotton fill) with minimum fuss or muss, then stopped again in Windsor, having previously ascertained that the northernmost Raley's/Nob Hill/BelAir was there. They can be counted upon to have block ice and the frozen fish filets that are cooler friendly, so I picked up some ahi, a ginger sesame dressing to marinate it in, a pre-packaged salad and some fruit.
I stopped again in Cloverdale to pick up a sandwich from the Subway and a roll of masking tape at the CVS, then drove the last winding bit of 128 with the moon rising and the sun starting to set at the same time. It was a bit after 8 when I made it to site.
layla_lilah turned up at almost the same time, despite having left Oakland more than an hour later than I did, which should speak to traffic foo and my stops on the way.Set up on the slope facing east just below the fence-line by a search-light moon, gave
layla_lilah a hand raising the ridge poles on her bell wedge and loaned her one of my wool blankets. I also managed to give Artos a pre-vigil hug while he was getting squared away in his vigil tent before the line started to form.It got bloody cold pretty fast, though I stopped by Toad Hall on my way back from parking my car to cop a few minutes by their firepit and say hello. Bed being the warmest place for me, I zipped into my bag on my brand new futon - and spent the next several hours not sleeping because something (either a Jack-in-the-Box sandwich I'd had for lunch or the tuna sub from Subway) had decided to make me miserable. Antacids didn't help. I ended up propping myself up with my garb bag and one of my seating cushions and finally got a couple hours' sleep.
Oatmeal for breakfast seemed to help, as did a bowl of tea. It being "Boy's Day," I wore my tattsukebakama, a short kosode with the sleeves tied back and my rather beat up "small" Japanese hat. Went to court, watched two knightings (don't really know Bjarnheddin other than by sight, but was happy to be there for Artos'), swore fealty to Their New Majesties, petted Baron Joel's "Battle of the Nations" surcote for good luck, built a kite (despite the problematic geography and uncooperative wind conditions), shmoozed with the Chateau Rose gang, murdered that poor pre-packaged salad at lunch, checked on a lady who was struggling with a sun-shade pole as I was coming back from the privy only to be told she had always wanted to meet me (so I accepted some water and sat with her for a little while), pounded down an Advil (not sure if it was lack of hydration or the peach champagne), made more rice than we were going to get through and seared ahi while
layla_lilah roasted some asparagus and bell peppers for us to feast upon (OMG, tasty!) , then took several bottles of red wine that kept collecting in my kitchen and donated them to the Grasshopper tavern, as well as a tray with the rest of the Wandering Poet and some cups to ply folks with, got kissed by Sir Obadiah who was on some mad, kiss-all-the-girls tear, laughed at Fergus whipping one of his friends at a dice game, made fried rice with the dinner leftovers for breakfast, went to my first Laurel meeting and sat in the back row working on my "to be silent" skills while I get the lie of the land, sugared up a portion of the kingdom with kasutera, received a bag of coins from Master Emmerich for my donations to the Grasshopper, tore down my gear, had a break for cosmically groovy strawberry rhubarb pie with layla_lilah, finished tearing down, found a burger stand in Cloverdale and had a milkshake with layla_lilah and came home.The new bedding is just what I want. I need to make a cover for it, though I'm debating whether or not to build in a plastic barrier layer on the bottom or simply make a separate ground sheet and Scotchguard the snot out of it.I also need to get a couple of those ratcheting cargo straps, which will make packing it for transport a lot easier.
