I've been practicing the Queen's English recently and (for now) taking a break from it. {'tis easier to say some things if you're not questioning one's ability to form a sentence, hahahaha!}
I received a phone call on Mon. Aug. 25, from my parents; yes, they are well, but an urgent project requires my assistance for 5-6 days. So the news is as much as I wanted to be at Hollygrove for the Labor Day weekend, I'll be out of state :( The plus? it's an opportunity to let my parents know exactly how much I care. (The irony of the thing with parents, how often are you invited for a visit and told please bring laundry with you?)
I've passed two classes (so far) for my work with H & R Block, both scores were 90%. I have 5 more classes to complete by Nov. 1... yikes!! The classes are good mental exercise, if you want your brain to turn into a pretzel, oh dear. *sigh*
In talking to a friend about my attendance at Hollyshire for opening weekend and how things got to be ROTFL hilarious is the objective of this missive; SO let the laughs begin... :-)
I was talking to a mundane friend about some of my Faire friends; you know how we met and seem to reappear in one another's worlds at the most unusual times and places, like a faire when you didn't know that particular person would be present. Which provoked a comment about Rennies being like a cross-breed of Trekkies and Dead-heads (did I do the Grateful Dead reference correctly????)
Anyhow I'm still laughing about the images brought to mind. Amazing how mudanes don't quite understand us. Oh my, the static a person can get for honestly appraising the situation (mundane) and calling it as it really is, so I wrote this definition to assure that we are all on common ground for this discussion... a mundane is someone who doesn't know what it is to live for the times you can get to Faire, chat with faire friends and the release it is from the reality of life in 21st century (we all know what that is like, blah).
Any ideas how to handle such events without turning into a giggling heap? I would truly appreciate your input.
Dear gentles. 'tis true and amazing, but this girl returned to her abode at 5am this day after a venture into Hollyshire for opening weekend. What's most amazing of this is that she left that vacinity at 1130pm; a journey of five and a half hours... oh my goodness.
Methinks in reflection that may not have been the wisest of decisions, but I know the route well enough to have multiple places for rest stops along the journey and I made use of it liberally. The journey from Hollyshire to my home is usually about 3 hours.
Please forgive my poor writing at present, I felt most strongly that I needed to pen this missive before retiring for a few hours slumber prior to beginning the days labors. I promise to post a more complete narrative of said venture to Hollyshire soon.
I have heard on these pages of the passing of a fine entertainer among our ranks, Snot, of Puke and Snot fame. This loss has given me pause to think how precious each moment is whatever venture occupies us at a given time.
To this end I cherish the privilege I had at the closing weekend of Silver Leaf to sing with Robyn the Bard "Here's a Health to the Company." The words are powerful, moving and most poignant. In tribute to Snot, I would like us all to raise a pint (so to speak) and go to YouTube and look up Robyn the Bard, that will bring up a link to the aforementioned song of tribute, reflection and parting until we are to meet again...
To all who knew him I extend my regrets and feel saddened to know that I'll not to have the opportunity of meeting the man in this life.
Life in this shire has been very interesting of late. Oh my goodness.
I start my continuing education classes for H&R Block tonight. Job hunting continues... I was down-sized out of my most recent job. On the spur of the moment, I recently took an opportunity to go from one end of Michigan to another end of the state: this is the crazy part ... ta da!! on the back of a motorcycle; my aching booty!!
