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Kitty Patrol
I love my kitties. My one-eyed Princess Emse of Adorable and my Night Fury/Mini Panther/Handsomest of Toms are charming and lovely and get along well enough that we don't worry about mutually assured destruction ( Read more... ) -
Revving up for Ren Faire, weekend number two
A large portion of today was given over to cleaning, drying, polishing, and oiling/waterproofing my Ren Faire boots.
Then I looked at the weekend forecast. Whimpered. Applied another layer of oil.
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Oh, right: this weather is DIFFICULT
I thought last rehearsal weekend was a trial, but this one is worse. Two days of 90+ heat that often feels 8-10 degrees warmer. Significant humidity. A goodly part of the day is spent in performance space with no shade. It's the nature of the stages. You drink water, you chug Gatorade or Emergen-C, you try to stay sufficiently fueled even though ( Read more... ) -
Fire bad. Tree pretty.
Overwhelmed by life/work/rehearsals/trying to be responsible and creative and supportive.
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While my actual kitties are somewhat accustomed to our summer weekend absences, the wildlife is not so attuned. When I got home after today's 10 hour rehearsal, one of the younger tree kitties* came racing up to the back door and pressed her paws to the glass, ready for treats. I cracked the door, holding out a piece of granola bar ( Read more... ) -
Way back when, sort of then, once again
Way back when, I performed at the New York Renaissance Faire ( Read more... ) -
Oy, wot.
* tap tap tap* Is this thing on?
It's been just over two years since I've posted on this account. I was inspired by harpiegirl4 to consider this platform as my primary social media contact.
There was a time when I posted here regularly. Not saying I was particularly articulate or clever, but damn... I said things. And I engaged in conversation with those who - ( Read more... ) -
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On the one hand: I am tired. I have cramps. I am weary of being the grown-up, the therapist, the voice of reason.
On the other: I am fortunate. I am strong. I am lucky, I am loved, I am thankful.
Whenever it feels too hard, or I run cranky, I need to remember the last bit. Damned if it isn't exhausting, though.
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an embarrassment of riches
I'm a reader. I adore books. I love to reread them, to share them, to gift them, to treasure them.
I suppose that's how I ended up with several groaning bookshelves throughout my house, as well a ridiculous amount of books stashed in the attic. Once upon a time, I never gave a book I'd read away. It was as if the act of reading translated to a ( Read more... ) -
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I have far, far too many things to read. Even so, when I come across a recommendation that piques my interest, I'll pop it to the top of the list. So it is I can thank Forever Young Adult for putting this zippy, delightful graphic novel on my radar.
Thing is, it stirred feelings. Cosplay sorts of feelings. Granted, aside from the story, it's because ( Read more... )