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This is probably what it's like after being queen
The SCA tradition cycles couples through their time as our Royalty; I've watched many friends spending months adjusting to answering to 'Highness,' then switching to the appellation 'Majesty' at Coronation. Finally, there is the end of a reign and as they lay aside the burden of the crown, so too do they set aside those temporary titles. But the ( Read more... ) -
Choosing Calvin and Hobbes
I should be doing laundry. I should be packing. I should be going for a run. I should be tidying up the house. I should be working off a list of things. to. be. done. around the house. I should make a list of things to be done around the house ( Read more... ) -
Then a small fig tree whispered "Why, yes, I would like to live in a sunroom."
I'm a forest creature. My grandmother had an apple tree in her yard and I spent large swaths of my childhood living in that tree. There was a board wedged in the y of the branches for a floor, lashed in place with baling twine. A wire basket and rope raised and lowered bringing up peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with a cold glass of milk. ( Read more... ) -
Ireland Day 10: A bit with a dog
When we first arrived, I thought it would be difficult to leave Ashford, to give up Avalon, but three days was perfect. It's wicked expensive and we enjoyed every inch of it to the hilt, but we were content to motor eastward looking for new vistas to explore. Today, we were headed halfway-ish across Ireland to Kilkenny by way of Cashel ( Read more... ) -
Ireland Day 9: Strangers on foreign isles.
Ooooh. Your wedding! It'll be the best day of your life!
I roll my eyes at that rote saying. When I was a fiancee, I would reply, hopefully politely enough my mother didn't pinch me under the table as I spoke to my great-aunts, We're really looking forward to it. I know it will be lovely. But, if it's the best day of my life, that would be ( Read more... ) -
Ireland Day 8: Twenty years
We always do exactly what we're in the mood for on our anniversary - sometimes that's binge watching movies on the couch in PJs ( Read more... ) -
Ireland Day 7: Finding Avalon
Mrs. Doubtfire watched us tuck in breakfast, then kissed the darlin' children goodbye and we headed out of Galway towards Cong by taking the long loop through Connomara. Before pulling out, we popped across the street for the makings of a picnic and that's when I discovered you can't buy wine in Ireland before 10am. How arbitrary ( Read more... ) -
Ireland Day 6: T'Will settle into shape
We slept snuggled tight in our efficient little B&B with its small bed. Perhaps less than a double? Anniversary trips are about love and togetherness, especially in an efficient and tiny room ( Read more... ) -
Ireland Day 5: South and west, then east again
It was tough leaving Shola Coach House, with the soft beds, ivy draped garden and rubber ducky in the tub. Antrim Coast is my kind of place, from the Giant's Causeway to the skerries off the coast. But we had to get from Northern Ireland to Galway, a long day's drive, and we were going to divert through Donegal County to hike Slieve League ( Read more... ) -
Ireland Day 4: So I got my bum smacked in a bar.
Roland: Well, I didn't get my ass grabbed at the pub tonight.
Me: I just wanted to ask where she bought those tights. And I didn't get assaulted by a guy with striped wrapping paper.
Let's back up.
Shola House is achingly restful. We had to set an alarm to be up for breakfast at 9 am. Forget worrying about mermaids stealing my husband; our ( Read more... )