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gurdymonkey) wrote2007-04-01 09:19 pm
gurdymonkey) wrote2007-04-01 09:19 pm
The Thing That Would Not Die
"May you live in interesting times" is a curse for a reason - and my times just keep getting more and more interesting.
I was standing by the list table chatting with the ladies inside when A Certain Person walked up to sign in. I said hi as politely as possible. He said hi back. No sign, no clue. I will never know if he got my letter.
He won this weekend's tournament. I was inches from tearing down and bolting from site. I stayed because some very good friends were being recognized in court, so I stayed for that. I ate my dinner. I accepted a vile lemonjuice and vodka concoction (sorry, I hate vodka) from one of my friends, and hung out in camp. Mostly conversation with a sprinkling of music. Frederick was noodling on his harp and read a poem he was working on, I sang "Oy Comamos," which Leah definitely liked. The WK Choir stopped by and I crashed the tenor section for Vittoria's "O Magnum Mysterium" and was pleased to find that I still can hit that low E flat in the jubilus. I played for the Sunday morning dancing on the field. I helped tear down camp and we had a nice dinner at a nearby diner before I drove home.
In other words, my world did not end.
He can have his opinion.
But he will also have to process past a devoted subject, on her knees in shin on the day of his Investiture.
Who knows, he might like it - and learn something.
I was standing by the list table chatting with the ladies inside when A Certain Person walked up to sign in. I said hi as politely as possible. He said hi back. No sign, no clue. I will never know if he got my letter.
He won this weekend's tournament. I was inches from tearing down and bolting from site. I stayed because some very good friends were being recognized in court, so I stayed for that. I ate my dinner. I accepted a vile lemonjuice and vodka concoction (sorry, I hate vodka) from one of my friends, and hung out in camp. Mostly conversation with a sprinkling of music. Frederick was noodling on his harp and read a poem he was working on, I sang "Oy Comamos," which Leah definitely liked. The WK Choir stopped by and I crashed the tenor section for Vittoria's "O Magnum Mysterium" and was pleased to find that I still can hit that low E flat in the jubilus. I played for the Sunday morning dancing on the field. I helped tear down camp and we had a nice dinner at a nearby diner before I drove home.
In other words, my world did not end.
He can have his opinion.
But he will also have to process past a devoted subject, on her knees in shin on the day of his Investiture.
Who knows, he might like it - and learn something.
no subject
I do, however, reserve the right to vote with my feet should he enact policies that I strongly disagree with. I doubt that will happen, however, given that he is still a subject of the Crown.
no subject
He and his consort will receive the deference due their station.