apparently I'm overdue for a braindump
'Cause things seem to be overflowing... Random-access babbling under the cut.
The office has fielded a softball team again for the first time in a few years. I miss softball, and heaven knows the team could use another solid female player (not to mention a field manager, since many of the players are willing but clueless). But I tried gently tossing something only a few weeks ago, and the shoulders definitely say "no more." So I sit here and smile and listen and wish.
A lot of odd dreams lately; and many of them have had to do with pavilions and shade flys. On more than one occasion in the past week or so, I've awakened convinced that I either had left a fly pitched somewhere unattended and needed to go deal with it, or that I had promised to deliver and set one up but couldn't remember where or when. I know this has to do with the pile of poles waiting for me to refinish (and in some cases, alter); but only one set needs to be done in the next couple of weeks, so it's not like there's tremendous pressure on me to get them all dealt with and back to their owners. Which makes me wonder what else they're symbolizing in my unconscious...
Had an interesting example of differences in social patterning over the past week. I'm prone to developing cold sores whenever my immune system takes a hit. The past month (Crown tourney, middle-school demo, Chaos Caravan, and Border Skirmish, all in a 15-day period; plus a bad bout with respiratory allergies and a mild case of dehydration at Skirmish) got me worn down enough that my face basically exploded - by last Monday I looked as though I'd had the worst end of a bar fight.
At work, folks carefully ignored it. (If they noticed at all.)
At practice last night, folks asked if I was okay, if I'd fallen or had an accident, commiserated with me when I explained what was up, and gently teased me about needing a "babysitter" to keep it from happening again.
Social patterning: avoidance versus expressing concern. Not sure there's a real conclusion to draw here, just a difference noted.
Work e-mail appears to be down right now. This does not break my heart.
Tonight I have to make myself sit down and finish the quarterly regional seneschal's report (which is actually 4 days overdue). Then I can get back to projects - a couple of hours in the workshop each evening to finish all those poles, then a couple of hours of sewing after it's too late to be using power tools. (I do try to be considerate of the neighbors when it comes to noise.) Top of the sewing list is a linen undertunic (or two) for fighting; I'm currently using a long-sleeved cotton t-shirt under my mail, and it's like fighting in a sauna. I realized during the recent flurry of events that all my garb is functional working gear - I really don't have anything Court-fancy. So the Flemish gown that goes over the Elizabethan kirtle, and possibly the velvet Tudor or the linen Burgundian transitional, are moving up the priority list. (Of course, two of those need me to finish the figured-linen coif I started this time last year...) And I made a deal with Hilla - she's getting an embroidered Anglo-Saxon overgown, in exchange for writing a new song or two for my repertoire. There's no real time frame on getting that one done but I'm in the mood to do the embroidery.
Still have to get back to the small stuff on the kitchen that I couldn't do without the windows open. But right now that's going to wait until after Simple Day. The weeding can't wait, and if I want any tomatoes or peppers I need to get those in the ground NOW, and ye-gods but there's cleaning to do... *sigh*
Carp. E-mail is back up. Looks like I have to get busy again...
The office has fielded a softball team again for the first time in a few years. I miss softball, and heaven knows the team could use another solid female player (not to mention a field manager, since many of the players are willing but clueless). But I tried gently tossing something only a few weeks ago, and the shoulders definitely say "no more." So I sit here and smile and listen and wish.
A lot of odd dreams lately; and many of them have had to do with pavilions and shade flys. On more than one occasion in the past week or so, I've awakened convinced that I either had left a fly pitched somewhere unattended and needed to go deal with it, or that I had promised to deliver and set one up but couldn't remember where or when. I know this has to do with the pile of poles waiting for me to refinish (and in some cases, alter); but only one set needs to be done in the next couple of weeks, so it's not like there's tremendous pressure on me to get them all dealt with and back to their owners. Which makes me wonder what else they're symbolizing in my unconscious...
Had an interesting example of differences in social patterning over the past week. I'm prone to developing cold sores whenever my immune system takes a hit. The past month (Crown tourney, middle-school demo, Chaos Caravan, and Border Skirmish, all in a 15-day period; plus a bad bout with respiratory allergies and a mild case of dehydration at Skirmish) got me worn down enough that my face basically exploded - by last Monday I looked as though I'd had the worst end of a bar fight.
At work, folks carefully ignored it. (If they noticed at all.)
At practice last night, folks asked if I was okay, if I'd fallen or had an accident, commiserated with me when I explained what was up, and gently teased me about needing a "babysitter" to keep it from happening again.
Social patterning: avoidance versus expressing concern. Not sure there's a real conclusion to draw here, just a difference noted.
Work e-mail appears to be down right now. This does not break my heart.
Tonight I have to make myself sit down and finish the quarterly regional seneschal's report (which is actually 4 days overdue). Then I can get back to projects - a couple of hours in the workshop each evening to finish all those poles, then a couple of hours of sewing after it's too late to be using power tools. (I do try to be considerate of the neighbors when it comes to noise.) Top of the sewing list is a linen undertunic (or two) for fighting; I'm currently using a long-sleeved cotton t-shirt under my mail, and it's like fighting in a sauna. I realized during the recent flurry of events that all my garb is functional working gear - I really don't have anything Court-fancy. So the Flemish gown that goes over the Elizabethan kirtle, and possibly the velvet Tudor or the linen Burgundian transitional, are moving up the priority list. (Of course, two of those need me to finish the figured-linen coif I started this time last year...) And I made a deal with Hilla - she's getting an embroidered Anglo-Saxon overgown, in exchange for writing a new song or two for my repertoire. There's no real time frame on getting that one done but I'm in the mood to do the embroidery.
Still have to get back to the small stuff on the kitchen that I couldn't do without the windows open. But right now that's going to wait until after Simple Day. The weeding can't wait, and if I want any tomatoes or peppers I need to get those in the ground NOW, and ye-gods but there's cleaning to do... *sigh*
Carp. E-mail is back up. Looks like I have to get busy again...