Karma, again?
I had a four day weekend. Thursday morning was spent at a Cub Scout/Webelos day camp talking about the Middle Ages. This was a good thing.
Friday was spent in the car, taking Patrikia to visit Sedalia, wherein in both were going to attend a "Dark Shadows" convention. We arrived, after I got lost. A rarity, at least in the past. Once again, various Karmic forces are in the works. Well, we arrived, and then they left. I was alone with unfamiliar Feline Godz and wondering where I was going to have dinner. I took a nap and watched an old episode of "Top Gear." The logic of this arrangement was that an SCA Event--War Camp, aka Meleepalooza--was 15 minutes from Sedalia's house. Convenient, which in the end turned very useful indeed.
Saturday was the spending of Karma Point just in order to get through the day. I showed up early at the event--in order to get a good parking spot. Thus Karma Points were spent. Meleepalooza was, well, a fuck-up parking wise in the most personal way that was Karmically possible. I almost got thrown out of the event, but alas, volunteering for fund-raising silliness pretty much kept me there. Add to this of really having no where to go--and nothing to do there, and can you see just how frustrating things were. THEN add to this situation being blasted in the right elbow during the second field battle. Then the heat. Blah. Blah. And blah again. By the end of the day I was exhausted, de-hydrated, hungry, lonesome, and having the feeling of being just a bit out of sync and obsolete. The SCA used to be easier, folks. Really. Honest. I didn't have to go thru all this just to park.
Sunday was spent driving Patrikia home to Casa Meow and then recovering from Satuday. My right elbow has a very nasty looking bruise which hurts. Ok. Par for the course. I have to heal up. If it hadn't been for the gear, I'd have wound-up in the hospital.
The biggest thing I did this weekend was read Keith Richard's memoir "Life." There's a guy with a much more interesting karma than me. I continue. Pennsic is waiting. My mom thinks I'm nuts for going.
Friday was spent in the car, taking Patrikia to visit Sedalia, wherein in both were going to attend a "Dark Shadows" convention. We arrived, after I got lost. A rarity, at least in the past. Once again, various Karmic forces are in the works. Well, we arrived, and then they left. I was alone with unfamiliar Feline Godz and wondering where I was going to have dinner. I took a nap and watched an old episode of "Top Gear." The logic of this arrangement was that an SCA Event--War Camp, aka Meleepalooza--was 15 minutes from Sedalia's house. Convenient, which in the end turned very useful indeed.
Saturday was the spending of Karma Point just in order to get through the day. I showed up early at the event--in order to get a good parking spot. Thus Karma Points were spent. Meleepalooza was, well, a fuck-up parking wise in the most personal way that was Karmically possible. I almost got thrown out of the event, but alas, volunteering for fund-raising silliness pretty much kept me there. Add to this of really having no where to go--and nothing to do there, and can you see just how frustrating things were. THEN add to this situation being blasted in the right elbow during the second field battle. Then the heat. Blah. Blah. And blah again. By the end of the day I was exhausted, de-hydrated, hungry, lonesome, and having the feeling of being just a bit out of sync and obsolete. The SCA used to be easier, folks. Really. Honest. I didn't have to go thru all this just to park.
Sunday was spent driving Patrikia home to Casa Meow and then recovering from Satuday. My right elbow has a very nasty looking bruise which hurts. Ok. Par for the course. I have to heal up. If it hadn't been for the gear, I'd have wound-up in the hospital.
The biggest thing I did this weekend was read Keith Richard's memoir "Life." There's a guy with a much more interesting karma than me. I continue. Pennsic is waiting. My mom thinks I'm nuts for going.