Woodland Scottish Games
Apr. 25th, 2010 10:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gurdymonkeyJust because the only reason you have parked your arse in our encampment is that you married a helpless, henpecked male who cannot be trusted to put on sunscreen, hydrate or eat his lunch in peace without direction does not give you the right to scream at me to get out of the sun, especially when I have spent most of the day in the shade, have a cap on my head and clothing in breatheable natural fibers on my body, and have been religiously pouring beakers of water down my throat all day. I cannot imagine HOW I survived to the ripe old age of 51 without a fishwife looking out for me.
Further, I do not appreciate going to swill out the lentil caked soup cauldron before it turned to concrete only to find that the bucket I purchased with my own money specifically to bring to re-enactment events has vanished from camp because Master Pussywhipped was sent off with it so you could heat water in the cauldron I have not had a chance to WASH yet because of you so you can sterilize a plate you had a slice of bread and a piece of cheese on, all the while complaining that you needed a scrubbie and some dish detergent and where are the paper towels. Thanks so much for leaving the wet cloth in the dirt when you were finished and not dumping out the water in said cauldron after you were done so it could accumulate a delightful scum of muddy ash for me to deal with the morning after.
Seriously? What gives people the right to behave like this? The way to look out for one's campmates is to share what you brought (and if you're lucky have them beg for the recipe), lend what people need, offer them water or remind them to hydrate politely, tell them there's a tube of sunscreen just inside the flap of your tent for the asking, and so forth. It's not to haul an ungodly pile of crap that you will not use into camp and block someone's tent entrance with it.
Thank God she stayed home Sunday.
Got up to site Friday evening, set up and Teri and I grabbed dinner at the Applebees in town. When we got back, Grant had arrived and had his massively huge round pavilion mostly set up. We sat and chatted for a bit before turning in.
Saturday was marred by the episode above, but everyone else was their usual awesome selves. Had a lovely chat with Shula, whom I only see once a year. Got to meet Jane's fiance, Andrew, who trooped our colors for us. (Our poor beheaded-Charles banner is splitting and tearing, so we had a St. Andrew's Cross banner instead.) They brought along an absolutely beautiful and quite social hen named Clarice, who likes people, loves being held and petted, thinks the crust off a meat pie is the best food ever and now I get why![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ladycelia and sasha_khan love their respective birds. Captain Shinn decided he wanted to drum for the opening parade, so I sat that out. I got to be official Company photographer and shot the firing demo at 3 PM. (We got a volunteer from the general public to use my camera to get a group shot afterward so I'm actually in it.) My apple pie was, as always a huge hit. As Grant, Teri and I were staying onsite, we decided that grilling sausages smacked of effort and decamped to a nearby Denny's. I had a salad with steak, bacon and bleu cheese in it that was actually pretty good.
Sunday was actually a bit cooler and breezy to start, and remained pleasant all day. Went out with Grant's camera and mine to shoot our cannon crew doing the opening and flag salute. Wasn't used to his camera and I didn't get anything great of the firing. Took the hurdy gurdy out after we got the cannon back to camp, tuned it a bit and played it in, then went across to the road by the arena and played up and down there for almost an hour. (Note to self, go out EARLY before the live music stages get going with amped music and the pipers are desperately rehearsing in every empty corner of the fairgrounds.) Got lots of questions, lots of requests to take my photo and so forth. Dale asked me to drum for the noon parade. Marching with a side drum isn't the same as taiko, but I now have enough hand speed and coordination to drum quite presentably. I got the sling adjusted to fit me, leaned my left hand along the top rim of the drum while holding that stick with the right hand playing free. Worked beautifully and I am much happier with how it went this year.
Shot our 2 PM firing demo with both Grant's camera and mine. I've got the timing on my shutter to the point that I managed to catch a lot of shots of our guys as their muskets went off. Raw photo dump to Flickr is processing. Folks want to see pictures of themselves firing muskets, so I don't know how much editing I'll get to. On the other hand, if I can make the Woodland rice dryer vanish through the magic of cropping, I will endeavor to do so.
Further, I do not appreciate going to swill out the lentil caked soup cauldron before it turned to concrete only to find that the bucket I purchased with my own money specifically to bring to re-enactment events has vanished from camp because Master Pussywhipped was sent off with it so you could heat water in the cauldron I have not had a chance to WASH yet because of you so you can sterilize a plate you had a slice of bread and a piece of cheese on, all the while complaining that you needed a scrubbie and some dish detergent and where are the paper towels. Thanks so much for leaving the wet cloth in the dirt when you were finished and not dumping out the water in said cauldron after you were done so it could accumulate a delightful scum of muddy ash for me to deal with the morning after.
Seriously? What gives people the right to behave like this? The way to look out for one's campmates is to share what you brought (and if you're lucky have them beg for the recipe), lend what people need, offer them water or remind them to hydrate politely, tell them there's a tube of sunscreen just inside the flap of your tent for the asking, and so forth. It's not to haul an ungodly pile of crap that you will not use into camp and block someone's tent entrance with it.
Thank God she stayed home Sunday.
Got up to site Friday evening, set up and Teri and I grabbed dinner at the Applebees in town. When we got back, Grant had arrived and had his massively huge round pavilion mostly set up. We sat and chatted for a bit before turning in.
Saturday was marred by the episode above, but everyone else was their usual awesome selves. Had a lovely chat with Shula, whom I only see once a year. Got to meet Jane's fiance, Andrew, who trooped our colors for us. (Our poor beheaded-Charles banner is splitting and tearing, so we had a St. Andrew's Cross banner instead.) They brought along an absolutely beautiful and quite social hen named Clarice, who likes people, loves being held and petted, thinks the crust off a meat pie is the best food ever and now I get why
ladycelia and sasha_khan love their respective birds. Captain Shinn decided he wanted to drum for the opening parade, so I sat that out. I got to be official Company photographer and shot the firing demo at 3 PM. (We got a volunteer from the general public to use my camera to get a group shot afterward so I'm actually in it.) My apple pie was, as always a huge hit. As Grant, Teri and I were staying onsite, we decided that grilling sausages smacked of effort and decamped to a nearby Denny's. I had a salad with steak, bacon and bleu cheese in it that was actually pretty good.Sunday was actually a bit cooler and breezy to start, and remained pleasant all day. Went out with Grant's camera and mine to shoot our cannon crew doing the opening and flag salute. Wasn't used to his camera and I didn't get anything great of the firing. Took the hurdy gurdy out after we got the cannon back to camp, tuned it a bit and played it in, then went across to the road by the arena and played up and down there for almost an hour. (Note to self, go out EARLY before the live music stages get going with amped music and the pipers are desperately rehearsing in every empty corner of the fairgrounds.) Got lots of questions, lots of requests to take my photo and so forth. Dale asked me to drum for the noon parade. Marching with a side drum isn't the same as taiko, but I now have enough hand speed and coordination to drum quite presentably. I got the sling adjusted to fit me, leaned my left hand along the top rim of the drum while holding that stick with the right hand playing free. Worked beautifully and I am much happier with how it went this year.
Shot our 2 PM firing demo with both Grant's camera and mine. I've got the timing on my shutter to the point that I managed to catch a lot of shots of our guys as their muskets went off. Raw photo dump to Flickr is processing. Folks want to see pictures of themselves firing muskets, so I don't know how much editing I'll get to. On the other hand, if I can make the Woodland rice dryer vanish through the magic of cropping, I will endeavor to do so.
