Last night was the every-year-about-this-time housefilk at the home of
bedlamhouse and
ladyat. I arrived a bit early, and got to watch
quadrivium wrestle with tuning a cranky cello. Then we got some much-needed real food at the local Chinese takeout while more people arrived. Folks were starting to form up the circle but at the stage where people were just noodling and
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I couldn't make it this year. Being chronically unemployed (or underemployed) means that I don't have spare money for gas for trips out of town. And I was singing at church services this morning.
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