I’m back! May 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, June 1, 2, 3,4, 2019
Once again, the letter isn’t on a weekly schedule. I’m sure you’ll forgive me.
The story of our trip to Panteria will be lovely, and the story of the past week won’t take long, so I’ll get past that right away: I seem to have caught a cold at Panteria. On Monday, while we were packing I found my self choking several times, and thought I’d simply breathed in spit while speaking in an over-excited fashion. Sadly, the next day it was clearly simple coughing, Oh, well.
Wednesday, by chance, I had an appointment with Doctor Quirbach to recheck my blood pressure- still high. He said my lungs sounded pretty good, and I should be over it in a week. I really didn’t want to take a week, but it looks like his estimate was better than mine! Oh, well, again.
I have come to the conclusion that coughing is exercise. Fairly vigorous- it made my stomach muscles hurt. Luckily Willow had grabbed the back brace from when I had Lyme as extra support while putting the tent up and down, and I’ve used that to bind my belly, and so I don’t have to hold it while I’m coughing- and can cover my mouth. (I will probably be worried for the rest of my life about coughing another hernia.) At one point I coughed so hard I dislodge something in my throat, but pushed it back so that it felt normal, and the next day it had settled back in. I’m thinking cartilage of some sort. It’s not the sort of thing that seems to show up in diagrams on the internet, so I still have no idea what happened.
Mostly I have had upper respiratory “gunk”, I cough up copious phlegm, although I have some sinus congestion, I’ve been able to breathe pretty consistently the whole time, even when I lie down to sleep, which is a great blessing. That doesn’t always happen!
And that’s about it! As I am sure that resting is the best thing one can do to recover from a cold, I’ve been sleeping about twelve hours a day and reading for much of the balance. I have no energy, which does result in the occasional “what if it’s Lyme recurring?” panic, but given how familiar this feels, it’s a cold. I will get over it soon, and the sooner the better! The kids have been making suppers and doing the few dishes we generate. Sunday night I cooked for the first time all week- waffles, in two bits, one mixing the batter, one cooking, and I sat on a stool watching them cook. I did cut up some onion for soup. We had chicken a few times, and I boiled the bones for broth. I tend to think chicken bone soup is better for you than commercial chicken soup. I did a rack of dishes yesterday, and did some laundry at the beginning of the week. But I’ve been feeling pretty useless.
…especially since last Wednesday when I started the letter, but didn’t finish it, or the next day, or the next….
Oh wait, I did do something! I’ve maintained the CTCW blog and the Holidays that Might get Overlooked page. (I can do that sitting down!) I feel proud of myself that I did get the panel descriptions up on the website before the end of May. This is what we’ve been trying to do since we started the con, and we finally managed it. Sadly, we have it on a free WordPress format which is apparently no longer supported. Last year when someone signed up for a panel it plugged their name into two slots, this year it sometimes does two, sometimes four! We simply have to go back and take them out manually. Next year we’re going to have to find a new place to put the site. A lot of the links don’t work. No one can contact us or we’ll be inundated with spam. It’s sad. I’m still pleased that we are closer to our intended schedule than usual.
Tomorrow I’m going to have to try to catch up on mail and other stuff like that.
Panteria is the Memorial Day weekend event at Panther Vale. It had two things that made it more appealing to us than the A Sacred Place Beltaine or the Rites of Spring, both of which I miss. The first is that Tax (Æthylhavoc) cooks for the weekend, and you don’t have to take a darned bit of food or cooking equipment with you. All you do is show up and get fed breakfast, lunch and dinner, and the foods good, and not expensive. (Which can’t really be said for Rites) We don’t need it, but I’m also going to mention that Taz manages to make sure that there’s food for people with allergies, gluten or milk free diets, and almost every other variation, and he’s been starting to include artisian cheese, smoked meats, and other artisian foods- telling the hall who made them.
I think I heard there were about 500 people at the event and 240 on the meal plan. That’s bigger than I ever did! I had to take a picture of the sideboard where they were setting out the platters before they distributed them around the hall. I think the most impressive was the array of 24 chickens!
Oh, and the other reason we picked Panteria was that it was the next place Anjuli and I would be together, and I took her as an apprentice on Sunday. The King and Queen this reign are Ozurr (who I had not met before) and Fortune, who is one of House Strangeways and a marvelously fun lady. I wanted to do the apprentice taking in the Saxon way as I did with Weehawk (my first apprentice, Æthylhawk’s son). Saxons were very legally oriented and so it’s basically a contract. Willow had me put in Weehawk’s that he’d do my proofreading! Anjuli is aiming at a costuming Laurel so I don’t have a lot to teach her except for in my own period; mostly she likes Elizabethan and the other tailored late period garb. But in theory I can help her learn what it means to be a peer, and point her at others who can help her, encourage her to teach, publish etc.
She had a friend calligraph the contract. We did the thing where you put two copies on the same piece of paper then rip it in two. That way it’s just about impossible to replace one with a fake copy. I may be imagining it, but I think the poor scribe had a pained look when I did the ripping. It was actually rather fancier than most of the documents I’ve seen. But the queen found a free half hour for us (after the “Mimosas with the Queen” Sunday morning), and the King was free too! So we read out the contract, and everyone signed. We had a royalty and a couple of peers, so that makes it a strong contract in Saxon terms. I’m one peer, and Ekkehart was there, and he’s Anjuli’s uncle, so he’d probably have come anyway, but because he was a peer, we had him sign the front (although there wasn’t much room!) Most of the witnesses signed the back, and I think Anjuli had about fifteen friends there, so it was pretty cool. The herald was embarrassed because she’d never seen the title “Hlafdige” before, and didn’t know that it was pronounced (and means) Lady (the H f g and e are silent).
I also took up my sealing wax and seal and put seals on both copies, so it’s a cool document to keep as a souvenir. Anjuli made an Anglo-Saxon gown for the occasion, and her friends brought a portable sunshade. Afterwards I got a chance to talk to the king and push my Merchant Award idea. Sigh, I suppose I really should start working on the Prince and Princess. I think it’s a good idea, but these things take time!
It may seem funny that I’m suggesting that there be another award made since I avoid court these days, but given that SCA awards are given to honor people who we think should be emulated, and to reward those who do things better that others do, I think that merchants often fall into that category. Not only do they make materials and finished goods available that most of us couldn’t get elsewhere, the good ones also teach and educate people on why something is more authentic than something else. A lot of work goes into the displays (there were two or three blacksmith at Panteria this year!) Many are indeed, craftsmen (although that could be covered under the arts awards). But an event wouldn’t look so much like a real village or fair without the merchants. Contrary to what some suggest, we don’t make much money, and we do miss a lot of the activities we’d otherwise be able participate in- classes, fighting, dancing, etc. They give up a lot to enhance the SCA experience, just as others do, and just because there’s money changing hands doesn’t make the contribution to the SCA any less. Hence, it should be rewarded. I’ve been telling royalty that for years, but they are always so busy, so far none of them has had the opportunity or will to move on the suggestion. I remain hopeful. (And persistent. It’s easier when you actually know the royalty.)
I did actually get down to court on Saturday. It had started raining, so they moved it from in front of the royal pavilion to the feast hall, so after a couple of hours I figured they’d gotten past the lesser awards and got down just in time to see an old friend Albreda get served her writ- which is the notice that they want to make you a peer. I think this is a great improvement over the “surprise” peer makings of the first decades of the SCA. This allows the recipient to have some in-put on the event where it’s going to happen, to suggest what sort of ceremony they want, to make a new outfit (very important!), and most importantly to make sure the friends to whom it’s important have a chance to attend. A battlefield knighting is a sort of a cool idea, but in reality, a knight was probably made a knight by his family at what comes closest to a bit graduation party. Thank goodness this hasn’t turned into the sort of thing where you invite people expecting presents, the way modern bar mitzvah’s and weddings go, it’s more getting your friends together to share a big moment. But depending on who’s involved it can draw on kingdom custom or historical. It’s very cool.
There was also an Arts and Sciences display on Sunday I saw- it was small, but the quality of the work was frankly intimidating. I remember embroidery, and pictures collected by a lady who’d built a medieval garden and taken it to Pennsic. VERY impressive. Frostalf was there too with a display explaining how he’d compared the fighting styles of the orient with those of the west (both had manuals with illustrations). Apparently last year there was a tournament in which not only did you have to fight, you also had to stick to historically period moves while fighting, and if the judges saw a move that wasn’t appropriate, you lost whether you beat your opponent or not. He’d worked this up to show how some of his moves were authentic. He had a sword made from a period example. It seems I haven’t watched SCA fencing in far too long. I had no idea what it has become, and now I must go look! I also showed up for the “Laurel Hunt”, which I’d never heard of, and turned out to be like “speed dating”, where each non-laurel got to talk to a Laurel for 10 minutes. Thinking back on it, if I ever go to another I’ll try to do more listening and less talking. I’m not sure what the intent was, but I figure that if someone is eager to talk to a stranger because of their rank, there must be something they want. I’m still not sure what it’s about.
I took a lot of pictures of the food because I was so impressed. Let me just say that when I was doing feasts we did “courses”. Courses from “to course” or “flow”, just food coming out and more and covering the table, then more after that. This is how Taz does it. The first course in Saturday’s feast was mixed roasted root vegetables (parsnips, golden beets, and red carrots) in a gf trencher, with endive and sautéed mushrooms. And small but incredibly delicious portions of roast beef. I have rarely had better roast beef and wished that the portions were bigger!
There was chicken on a bed of greens, and I’d been sharpening my knife with my little whetstone, so I got to divide it among the people at our table. A sharp knife is a lovely thing at a feast. We sat with Nest and some of her friends who had kids who were quite well behaved although not particularly interested in unfamiliar foods.
Then the presentation piece came out: an entire roast pig.♩“Servire cantico”♫ (served singing) And, although it’s a bit sarcastic, “it was an SCA miracle!” It was cook all the way through! Willow caught someone at the high table lifting the pigs head up, although since we were at the other end of the hall, we missed whatever that joke was. I did get to toast Their Magesties, since I was the senior peer. Luckily, this time I knew their names!
After the pork there was dessert, cooked stone fruits and an egg custard, but I have to admit that by that time I was so full I wasn’t really interested in eating anything else. This is one of the first times I have ever started wondering if maybe I didn’t put out too much food at the events I cooked.
That was Saturday- I didn’t mention Friday, when we went up. We got there late- around six, and just got the tent up before it got dark. We should have gotten there around four, but while the girls packed the car, I insisted on scheduling at least the collected holidays for the HTMGO, and warning the page owner that I wasn’t going to be able to post. At this point mostly this consists of checking to see what days have shifted, and if, they still exist. More than four thousand people follow it (as opposed to who knows how many follow my website) so I feel as though I shouldn’t have it just disappear for a few days. So the girls had to wait for me, since I hand’t gotten it done Wednesday or Thursday. We also have CTCW meetings Thursday nights. This week we had the closest we’ve come to a fight. We’ve got Chris LaFond coming to do a concert and several people have suggested not scheduling anything against it. Once, I have no idea what was scheduled against her, but there were only three people in the concert, which really surprised me. That shouldn’t happen, but at the same time, I feel we should have some classes going on from opening until closing and insisted until I got my own way: one class and one panel against the concert. There are going to be people like me who would rather learn something than just relax. I recognize that there are a variety of people with different tastes- like the vendor room coordinator who closed it at 6, so the venders could go to parties which was all that they had after dinner. WTF? She said that she was a vendor, so she knew that’s what vendors wanted. Long and short- there’s a variety of people who all want different things. I am trying to allow the con to grow into what it needs to be, but I’d be more interested in a key-not speaker than music. But that’s just me.
So we got up to Panteria, checked in. We were told we were allowed to set up on the battlefield as we have before. As it had been raining most of the week, the ground was soaked. It was like walking on a wet sponge- water would spring up around your feet and into your skirts. We were offered the side of the road uphill, toward the archery, but it was too slant for setting up our big tent, and we do have the plastic lined floor. I will say that we may have lost some commerce because you could actually see standing water in front of the tent most of the weekend. (Same for the royal pavilion, we weren’t alone.) We discovered that my ’new’ inflatable mattress had a small leak. It was one of the tall ones, so I guessed that it might last three nights, and we patched it with duct tape and I was right. I didn’t bottom out until Monday morning. However, that last night I felt like I was lying on a jello mold! It’s annoying that something that costs so much won’t last a whole season. I may have to give up and get a cot- like the girls use. But they are so narrow, and I am so wide! Luckily, I had packed my pile of sheepskins, just in case this happened, and used them to pad. It was actually cool Friday night, and they were welcome. The ground behind the tent was purple with violets, and Kat picked a bunch and Willow put them in her hair- very elegant and medieval looking!
Thorri, a lovely viking vendor came and helped us pound tent pegs, and we got up, if not organized by dark. We had some issues with parking because while there was a merchant parking area, many non-merchants kept parking there, and there was no room. We ending up parking along the road (with permission). Weehawk was in charge of parking, and was stressed out. On top of non-cooperative drivers, he got word that one of his good friends had just been assaulting and couldn’t go running off to help until morning. (He did go and bring her to the event then, and felt much better. Is there anything worse than not knowing and not being able to help when a friend is in trouble?) We popped down to White River Junction and got a quick supper and crashed. After breakfast the girls set up the shop while I talked to old friends. Let’s be honest, that’s pretty much what happened all weekend, they ran the shop (and embroidered, and sang) and I talked to people.
During the day I got to go to several classes- one on weeds in the Middle Ages- sort of an herbalism class. That was followed by one on The Traveler and the Overnight: Sore feet and Hospitality- what people who traveled could expect from those they stayed with. I meant to go to the one on making Spiral Finger Rings, but got a personal demonstration, I’d thought to go on the Weed Walk- but wimped out.
There was a “Dragon Hunt” a kids activity at the end of which they had found the mythical Salmon of Knowledge. It was actually bigger than the real salmon- we got a chance to see it because they put it on a skateboard and rolled it around the feast hall during breakfast. It turned out to be a piñata. It was well enough made that it took several rounds to get the candy to come out. Willow noticed that Gideon tried stabbing it when whacking it didn’t work. That didn’t either, actually.
Sunday night there was ANOTHER feast. It started out with some hilarity as someone had given the queen a crossbow that shot marshmallows! We got a good view of it since we’d grabbed a table in the corner, just behind high table (with Anjuli’s daughter Barbara, and her husband and kids- and another lady I’ve known for years and whose name I typically can’t remember).
The first tray had smoked trout, with a couple of artisan cheeses- one soft and one hard, some mortadella or some other smoked Italian meat, with olives (I think home processed), and figs.
This was Willow’s chance to “redeem” herself. Back when she was looking for a prom dress, Dan took her shopping in Boston and took her to lunch. She ordered the “fried whole fish filet”, figuring that it said “filet”- that means sliced, right? But the important part was “whole fish”. It looked at her with it’s little fried eyeballs and in her head she heard “Please don’t eat me, sir!” and couldn’t. She’s been feeling badly about that ever since. So here comes another whole fish- and it, too, had a face. An Ugly face. With teeth. Even a fish mother couldn’t love that face. So she took her knife and cut off it’s head. Then we carefully cut off the skin and removed the teeny tiny bones, and ate the lovely meat, which was very nice. She got comfortable enough with it that she was able to get a shot of it’s face. Ugly little spud! Willow explained to the kids at the table that “all fish are evil and deserve to be eaten.” Having had my feet nipped by trout and bass up at Clearwater, I tend to agree.
There was also bread (Taz doesn’t do much bread- he never includes anything with gluten unless it’s clearly bread so the GF folk can avoid it. I have to say, I do like bread.) There was also salad, Barbara had to get some without onions, but that’s the great thing about Taz’ feasts, they have all the “without what you’re allergic to” waiting in the kitchen. Since we all sort of eat together, people with special needs do have to go get their special stuff. But it’s available.
Then there was the “hunters stew”.* I’m pretty sure there was a lot of the pork from the pig in it- people had already been full when it came out, and there was sausage, and probably some chicken, and in my opinion, not enough cabbage, but I suspect I may be in the minority in my fondness for cabbage. But yes, a huge pile of assorted meats and only a bit of vegetables and broth.
I will divert just long enough to say that they had some five gallon kegs of water and I think powdered lemonade. Apparently he doesn’t want to waste money on drinks when many people bring mead or whatever else they want to drink for themselves. I’d have been happy with some sekanjabin at that point.
Next came an egg dish with salmon crumbled over it. I actually don’t remember whether there was crust under it or not, but there was enough salmon that it would be considered “a portion”.
After breakfast one day Taz and a bunch of us sat and chatted about cooking for feasts and he explained that he figures 4 ounces of meat per person for the feast- not per course, but for the whole feast. I remember that I always figured 3 ounces of meat per person per course, and once tallied it up to about three pounds of food and three pints of drink per person per feast, so yes, one had better pace ones’self. (I think he actually went over that, as you will see.)
The presentation piece for this feast was a freaking huge salmon. OMG that was huge! I’m not going to say it was as big as the pig, but it still took several people carrying it. I don’t think when you see movies of bears grabbing salmon out of rivers you get a good idea of how big they are. You’re looking at them in a grizzly’s mouth, and may be thinking black bear! As the egg dish was garnished with salmon, the whole salmon was ’stuffed’ (sort of) with some sort of boiled eggs. This is cooking humor. People could go up and get as much as they liked- and poor Willow who loves salmon couldn’t bring herself to go after it. That’s very sad!
“But, wait, there’s more! (Now how much would you pay?)” Then they sent out plates of beef and plates of lamb. As opposed to the night before, these were well done. I remember the beef had a sauce of horseradish and cherry.
The dessert course was hazelnut cakes with lingonberry frosting. Have they achieved excess yet?
I am a bit sorry for spending so much time on the food (I left out the breakfasts and lunch in an attempt to pare it down), but I like food and really appreciate both good cooking, and a well run feast.
It turns out that Taz/ Æthylhavoc is creating an Anglo-Saxon Cookbook as a fund raiser. It has to be better than the two I know of- Food in Anglo-Saxon England, and Tastes of Anglo-Saxon England. ‘
Personally I’d rather get my information from books like Hagen’s books: Anglo-Saxon Food and Drink: Production, Processing, Distribution, or Pollington’s Mead-Hall. They cover what was available to eat, what we know about how they cooked, etc. There are no cookbooks, books with recipes. There are occasional ‘Leechbooks’, medical manuals, that have recipes for remedies, but that’s as close as you get. In those days you cooked what you had available and did your best to make it, if not yummy, as good as possible. But people these days want recipes. With measurements. I am not entirely sure whether he’s going to come up with recipes for family size or feast size meals (or both), but I’m excited to be a part of it.
Monday was just for packing. Although it had rained in the night, it was hot and sunny, and everything except the tent floor was packed dry. They were quite adamant about everyone getting out by noon, and we just did. We got home and pretty much “crashed” (after getting laundry, bedding, snack food, and the wet tent bottom out and in the sun to dry), we got on the computers to plug ourselves back in.
(this paragraph is me talking about being sick, you may want to skip it.)
That was when I figured out that it wasn’t just my inhaling spit by talking too much but I’d gotten some sort of virus. I’ve always been fascinated with biology. When I was a teen I had a conundrum because I wanted to catch myself crying and see where the tears came out. It wasn’t like now when you can look things up easily on the internet. So there’d I’d be in the midst of some misery, and suddenly running to the mirror to solve this mystery, which would almost certainly make the tears stop. So frustrating. Similarly, as I experienced the repeated chuffing of this cold, I thought about a story Ekkehart told us this weekend. Once they took one of the boats he’d made to a Tall Ships event on Lake Champlain. While quickly doing last minute repairs, they also marked out a channel from where they were launching to where they could get out and meet the rest of the ships. Sadly, when they launched their boat, the water was a foot or more lower than it had been and they couldn’t get out. I think he said they turned it into a on-shore display where the tourists could get questions answered. But he said that when the wind blows across miles and miles of lake, it pushes the water into deeper levels, not unlike tides, but from wind, not the usual tidal stuff. (Clearly, I do not understand tides either!) Anyway, I thought about this as I lay in bed with what would seem like a totally unproductive cough until after a series of them, I’d hock up a large phlegm wad. Good to get it out of my lungs. But it reminded me of the wind on the lake in Ekke’s story, it was the cumulative coughs that pushed the wet out. I was fascinated, but then, that’s me. I hope you weren’t grossed out. I like making connections like that.
Not having much ability to think, I didn’t read much of note, (only read a few chapters of
It can’t happen here) continuing with the”cozy mysteries” (by which they mean romance with magick). I’m reading the Maddie Graves series (#12), another Michigan psychic with a cop boyfriend. I keep flipping the kindle over to Google maps when they mention a real town (as opposed to Whisper Cove, Shadow Lake, Blackstone Bay) and talk about Travers City, Bellaire, Petoskey, Detroit, and Grand Rapids, I want to try to figure out where the imaginary town is! (Something like placing King’s Derry, or Castle Rock in Maine… is it above Bangor or below?) I get cross because even though Maddie is supposed to get her income from having a magick store and doing readings, she seems to constantly close the store to go chasing mysteries, and when she does a reading, the author doesn’t tell us what the cards are. Seems to me that if you are writing about psychics, you could research the techniques! (When there are lost people, she doesn’t even dowse!) Her villains seem to be sociopaths, so they are getting somewhat boring, But I still like that the main characters are happy and in love.
The other day I tripped over my copy of Medicine, Magic and Religion, a book written about a hundred years ago. Oh My Goodness! The attitudes and assumptions they were comfortable expressing. The automatic presumption that primitive cultures were “savage” or “rude” and definitely stupid. The assumption of “progress”, what comes after must be better! So much of effective magic is attributed to the “power of suggestion”, and those who use it are frauds taking advantage of that. Pardon me, but what is this “power” which has no chemical or physical basis, and why is it OK for “advanced people” but a source of confusion for others? The author differentiates magick and religion by whether the person who wants something is begging and propitiating someone more powerful, or bargaining with someone with whom he can interact. As far as I can tell, this comes from the Christian assumption of an Omnipotent God, but seems to remind me of what we know of bullying. It all comes from a large power imbalance. So monotheists see religion as a position in which Divine bullying is OK, but anyone you don’t have to suck up to and worry about accidentally making angry is not REAL religion. Sounds like some of the more sick attitudes toward marriage we read about these days, where women’s responses to her husband are supposed to be fear based. That makes me sort of ill.
I’m willing to admit that there are circumstances in which unequal power is appropriate- parents and children are a natural example, and since they represent a commonly agreed upon law, officers of the law should be trusted with authority over the general public. (As long as they don’t break the trust by abusing it.) Marriages and other relationships shouldn’t be based on dominance. I realize that we tend to take for granted the religion in which we were raised, but the more I study it, the more I realize that in every period, there are people who question dogma and base their spiritual practice on personal experiences. I find it illuminating to read these studies, even though they are better at displaying the attitudes of their authors and culture than any sort of good window into the cultures they thought they were studying. (Sadly, since so many are gone, that’s all we’ve got these days.)
This led me to wondering how the 19th and 20th centuries taught children to accept the tenets of the culture to which they were born. As children, for example, they were raised and loved by nannies, or perhaps in the south black mammies, who taught them how to be good. Then at some point they left the nursery and learned to despise all blacks, even though they’d known, loved, and trusted them. Boys were taught to despise women and see them as inferior, accepting that the very traits that had nurtured them made the women who raised them inferior to those who were cruel. I understand that in boot camp, and sports teams, and other group team-building situations ties that existed outside that group are broken, and new ties build to unify the group. (I think in other situations it’s called brain-washing.) Somehow, in these groups of young males, women become objectified “good for only one thing”. This is, I think, made possible by the hormonal flux of adolescents. It’s disturbing, and I think only allowed because it never occurs to us that it is a bad influence on social behavior.
Ah well. This is what my brain comes up with when I spend too much time sleeping and reading.
If Dr. Q’s estimate is correct, I should wake up well tomorrow. I have suggested to the kids that I don’t plan to be better until all the dishes are done. I am actually not quite sure that the schedule will work because as I have felt better and tried to get back to things like cooking, I get exhausted far more quickly than I’d expect. But I’m not coughing so much, and that’s good. I think I have severely thrown my schedule off, by sleeping as long as possible, it makes it far harder for me to go to sleep at a normal time, We’ll see how that goes.
I am SO not looking forward to catching up on bills, sorting through mail, and other stuff like THAT!- I. Have no idea when I’ll write again.
Trudging. To Trudge? The slow, weary depressing yet determined walk of a man who has nothing left in his life except the impulse to simply soldier on.” Geoffrey Chaucer
I think this is my first attempt at a “selfie”, although I got the girls to help. My very first was worse.
Holidays coming up: (holidays are NOT distributed evenly!)
T 4 Cheese Day, Hug your Cat Day! Audacity to Hope Day, Cognac Day, Old Maids Day
W5 Ketchup Day, Sausage Roll Day, Festival of Popular Delusions, World Environment Day
T6 Gingerbread/ Applesauce Cake Day, Drive in Movie Day, Yo Yo day, Moonshine Day
F7 Chocolate Ice Cream Day, VCR Day, Donut Day, Horseradish Day
S8 Jelly Filled Donut Day, Oceans Day, Ghostbusters Day, World Bike Naked Day, Gin Day, Knit in Public Day, Best friends Day, Name your Poison Day (sugar?), Rosé Wine Day
S9 Strawberry Rhubarb Pie Day, Children’s Day, Race Unity Day, Donald Duck Day
M10 Iced Tea Day, Black Cow Day, Egg Roll Day, Herb and Spice Day, Ballpoint Pen Day
T11 German Chocolate Cake Day, Corn on the Cob Day, Cotton Candy Day, Pet Memorial Day
W12 Peanut Butter Cookie Day, Jerky Day, Magic Day, Loving Day, Red Rose Day, Superman Day
*I am getting pretty cross with the spell check that keeps turning Taz into Tax, Hunter’s into Hundreds, Jello into fellow, and several other things I don’t mean. If I have written something that doesn’t make sense, blame it on the auto-correct!