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tashabear
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back from glenn linn
We got a later start than we wanted -- about three hours -- but by doing so, we avoided a downpour that soaked everyone else.  It was cold, though; I got out of the air-conditioned truck and I was freezing.  Kuwait has ruined my thermostat.

It took us ages to get the ger up, as inserting rafter pegs in the dark (1/4" pegs into corresponding holes in plywood, 10" in the air) is problematic at best, and skinning it with the canvas took a bit of time, as I swear the wall canvas is longer than the 44' required to go around a 14' diameter circle.  It's not off by much, but enough to drop the pitch of the roof quite a bit.  It also took us two tries to get the roof on, as there was no room to stage the canvas, but it happened eventually and we were able to get the inside squared away, which was mostly "set up the bed."  Then we mostly hung out around the kitchen, drinking scotch and laughing a lot, which was the best plan ever.

Saturday morning started way earlier than I wanted it to, mostly because when you get to the site last, you get to set up next to the kitchen.  (Not bitching, merely stating fact.  But see above: we were dry.)  So I got up, and lolled about in civvies a lot, and braided hair, and finally got dressed in my super-spiffy new grey smock and pretty pretty green apron with the yellow hem stitching and my Jorvik boots and set out to face the day with my queen... without sunscreen.  Because while I am pretty and well-dressed, I am apparently Not Bright.  Anyway, the fighting was nifty, there was only the briefest of brief sprinkles, horsies got played with, and I did a smackerel of shopping. 

darkwolfie had found a merchant selling drinking horns and bought one, and I saw that this same merchant had mugs as well, so I bought one of those.  Because again, while I am pretty and well-dressed, I am apparently Not Bright, and therefore I forgot to pack drinking vessels.  I am happy with it, because it holds a full can of Diet Coke, and amused by it, because it's lined with clear, shiny epoxy and therefore fakes me out because I think there is something in it when it is in fact the shiny bottom of the mug.

Then there was court, and more amusement, because I was to read the Maunche scroll for one Grim the Skald, but there was a story to be told, and so we called up Toki Redbeard, who told the story, which was pretty much the content of the scroll, word-for-word.  I was at a loss as to what to do.  mrgrumpybear saved me, though, by suggesting a little bit of business that worked out very well.  I said that the scribes and illuminators of the East are not only incredibly talented, but fast, and had managed to transcribe the story into this very nice scroll and here, it's yours.  darkwolfie read a scroll too, and did very well.  (We even matched -- he wore his green linen tunic, which was cut from the same fabric as my apron.  I need to trim his, maybe overstitch the seams to make them pretty.)

After court I was pretty crispy, so I sat in the shade and drank a lot of water, which then resulted in trekking the 200-ish yards to the potties, which were flushies (yay!) and way-the-hell-over-there (boo!) three times in an hour and fifteen minutes or so.  Dinner was delicious, and amcnh can cook for me anytime.  At and around dinner there were fleeing!squires, belly-dancing husbands (!) (I have yet to see the video), broken cutlery (I cut my finger on a plastic fork.  I am talented,) and then there were more horsies.  After the jousting darkwolfie went walkabout, which left me lonely, but not alone, as sibilla_dangers kept me company and we shared men suck stories.  My beloved finally came back, and we toddled off to bed.

Today was a little frustrating.  I need to remember that the telepathy has a very poor coverage area and the roaming fees are obnoxious, and just start letting darkwolfie in on my cunning plans, rather than hoping he will pluck them from my brain.  To be fair, I may have come up with this one while he was asleep, and therefore forgot that he didn't hear me come up with it.  It involved getting up, striking camp, and then he would go and shoot Royal Rounds while I waited in the truck in air-conditioned comfort.  Instead, he got up, I packed the interior of the tent, and then he went to shoot.  I got a little miffed, because I ended up in the sun again, and further crispified, but it was really my fault for not communicating better.

The rest of dropping the yurt went well; we have a new, really heavy waterproof canvas floorcloth that needs trimming, and I folded it myself, even though it weighs, seriously, like eleventy-million pounds, or maybe 50.  It helps that I only lifted half at a time.  The nice thing was, I was able to fold it like an Army tent, where they don't care if you tromp on it, and therefore after every fold I stomped on it and made it flat.  darkwolfie put it on top of everything in the truck, and it neither flapped not fluttered, it merely ruffled a bit in the wind.

I slept most of the way home, and I've been up here, trying to write this entry ever since.

I re-realized something important this weekend.  I love my life.  I love my friends, and I love my family.  You all make it so worthwhile to get up in the morning.  I'm a lucky, lucky girl.

i feel: happy happy

4 trips or shoot the rapids
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tashabear From: tashabear Date: July 3rd, 2006 04:49 am (UTC) (base camp)
I'm okay with portajohns. I'll happily trade distant flushies for nearby portaloos anyday.

And in two more weeks, I'll be even more ready for that event, since the drinking vessels are now going to live in the garb tubs. :-)
skittl1321 From: skittl1321 Date: July 3rd, 2006 10:41 am (UTC) (base camp)
Sounds incredibly fun.
tashabear From: tashabear Date: July 3rd, 2006 03:07 pm (UTC) (base camp)
There were moments of not-fun; there are always moments. But overall, I did hav a good time.
4 trips or shoot the rapids