It is overcast and I have a cold. There may be flowers out there, but I’m not looking at them. My head is aching, my nose is running, and I am not fun to be around! (Aside from that, how was the play Mrs. Lincoln?)
This weekend we went up to Panteria, Kat, Willow and I and had a great time. One of the nicest things about Panteria is the food. They serve you breakfast and lunch as well as the Feast. This year Taz (the amazing cook, aka Aethelhafoc) decided to reduce the craziness of getting the right food to the right people, and made everything gluten free. It was amazing, I don’t think anyone noticed- except the people who needed it. The pancakes Saturday morning were fluffy! How the heck did he do that? The scones were the best I’ve ever had!
We had the good luck to sit next to some new members at the feast and guide them through how to deal with an SCA feast. There was trout- not enough IMO, and duck Prosciutto which he made, also something else he cured and smoked. I can’t remember it all, and there was no written menu. There’s a reason for this. I went down to help make the sausages (his family recipe, and he’d just gotten a big fancy sausage making machine), but it died, so we made the meat that was ground and seasoned into patties, and the meat that wasn’t into kababs. There was plenty of good food, so better to not have people stressing over what specific dishes were planned. I think a mark of a good cook is adaptability.
Last week was chilly and rainy, so we only packed warm weather clothing because we are experienced. When we arrived the ground was incredibly soggy and we were ever so grateful for our tent floor (which still needs to be put out to dry- if the sun would just come out!). We were set across from the “Gate” (Troll), and enjoyed the flatness- but it WAS quite damp. The grass was a good 4” tall, and that hid the fact that the ground was totally saturated. The grass dried, but the ground kept squelching. The heavy list fighting was behind us, but mostly they stayed at the (drier) far end of the field. Over to the side we had a great view of the thrown weapons range, and could watch people chucking spears and axes at targets. They even had a moving target- a chunk of log suspended from a chain that they’d swing. That was fun to watch!
We put our sales tables up in front, and our cots and chairs in the back, and were quite comfortable. There were other merchants across from us, beside the gate hall, and another collection of several merchants down the road a bit. Charming area, but further from the dining hall, and not any drier.
Not having signed up to teach classes, I thought I’d attend them, but spent so much time chatting with friends that I never got to any. Many of our friends are merchants, and I managed to get to speak to the King and Queen about a merchant award I think should exist. My feeling is that the market creates a center for our “tent towns” (since the SCA doesn’t do religion). I think that the contribution of those who make things and make things available to the other SCAers who can’t find them, or don’t have that skill set (yet), are doing a great service. As much as setting up, cooking, calligraphy, fighting, archery and all the other things that have awards for doing them in a way that serves the kingdom. His Majesty asked me to write him with the arguments and I spent much of the last two days (when I could think) doing that.
I also was approached by yet another person interested in the Soothsayers Guild and am inspired to try to get that working better for the members. Just what I need, another project!
We bought Kat a new silk veil. I blush to admit that I don’t remember the lady who is selling them, but if she is willing to sell a veil with amethyst beads for the cost of the veil plus the jewels, I’m willing to take advantage of her generosity. This is, of course, what our SCA merchants are about. We are not trying to make money, we are trying to make beautiful medieval things available to those who couldn’t get them otherwise. She also had some sewing kits she’d put together because she had some useful scraps after making some garment or other, and in it she put snips (with a sheathe she’d made), needles, pins, thread, & needle threader, all in an attractive packet with pockets to keep it organized. Very cool! (And she’s charging just over cost of materials.) It’s very hard to convince SCA craftsment to charge for there time. Beyond that, most SCAers don’t want to pay for their time, so that’s a good thing.
I wore my blue robe that flows so nicely on Sunday- but I’ll admit that it was a bit hot, even though it and the undergown are both linen. It was VERY sunny- and probably in the 90s.
I should probably mention that Willow’s new car- which she has named Rose, pulled the trailer like a dream. It has good clearance and it’s such a joy not to scrape whenever we go over the speed bumps in Wilton, or pull out of a driveway. She had to get a different tow hitch- this one angles up to reach the back of Rose, whereas the one on my car had to angle down- no clearance at all! It was tight, but Willow is a wizard at packing. We had to bring the tent down from the loft, but we’re now ready for Palio and GNEW.
The most exciting news from this weekend was that while talking to Weehawk (I’m not sure what precisely his name is in Old English- I suppose I’d better learn. He’s Æthylhawk’s son) he has decided that he wants to get the first Laurel in Magick. Given that having covered most of the Anglo-Saxon stuff, I’m branching out into the historical occult stuff, this sounds like a great joint project. I’m not going to get a laurel in it, so I can give him a hand with it. (This year I am doing a class on Werewolves in the Middle Ages. I’ve started trying to find my books.) We’ll do some sort of ceremony at the war. Apparently people do that these days. I have to admit that I don’t really understand the SCA well- it’s evolved since I’ve joined and we haven’t been that active recently.
Farther afield, when we got home we found a post (made by Alex, as Honour isn’t typing yet) telling us about how she was released from the hospital, and the pain med pump fell out, so the weekend was NOT fun. Also they didn’t get her the one-handed tools that were promiced. I hope Alex is taking care of her. The surgery was to fix her shoulder so it will work better, but between now and then, there is going to be problems.
Tonight Jason Nadeau will be my guest on the New Normal- I hope he can talk without too much prompting. I should probably also look for some cough surpressant before 8.
Steve was going to come up on Tuesday but I warned him off. I don’t want to share this cold. He recommended that I watch the BBC show Father Brown, and I’ve watched one. I will probably watch more. I’ve watched the first nine of the Sharpe’s Rifles series. While they are good stories, my main take-away is how personal the fighting is. I always pictured the armies standing in lines shooting at each other until one army was too depleated to continue. This shows a lot of kicking and butting and stabbing as well as shooting. And then there’s the charge. The line walks toward the other line while getting shot at. That’s amazingly brave! Also, it doesn’t seem that muskets are very good at being aimed. No wonder rifles were considered so cool. I don’t like watching the continuing characters die off though. Sadly, recently, just don’t have the comprehension to read for pleasure. I read the bits in the Encyclopedia of Vampires and Werewolves, and a few column inches is exhausting. I so look forward to feeling better!
Argh, I’m coughing so much my stomach muscles hurt, and I can’t think very well. I hope I’ll be all better next week.