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And a weekend it was
Mar. 7th, 2011 01:58 pmBig news - New butcher guy came out to the farm and took care of the first step of turning one of the steers into steaks. After talking to my sister, she said it was very good, very quick and clean, and the steer went down no stress, no fuss. If the meat comes back clean and cut as nicely as this guy did step 1, I think we've got a keeper. I was sorry to have missed it - was originally scheduled for this coming weekend.
But.
I was on my way back from an event in CA, at which I got to see a lot of people, get thumped a bunch of times, and not get my gazelle ankles.
Friday's ride up to Montreal was very nice and clear, and made quick with good company. Met up with Freya, and happily spent my afternoon tidying. Which might not sound like much fun to the rest of you, but it was thoroughly relaxing for me. More visitors arrived, and the evening was spent making new friends. I should eventually get to an event up in NS.
Saturday was breakfast at Cora's (holy crepes was that delicious,) and the event. Since I'd promised the KM I'd fight, I got geared up and hung around with Marcus and we waited for things to start.
There was no set tourney style, and it turned into "Round Robin, Master of the List's Choice."
I'm authorized to use 2 forms, neither of which involve a sword. I informed them of this. It was met with something akin to "well, you're not dangerous, you'll be fine."
For me it turned into "Let's see how not badly I can embarrass myself," deflecting with good humor and a lot of laughs. But in the end, I got one kill, (spear, right hand high, who'da thunk). For the most part I had an enjoyable time, though it was fruitless. The only time I got to attempt what I've been practicing at all year, I was preemptively legged, and the rounded metal knee cops made fighting on that floor akin to fighting on my knees in ice skates.
I have more thoughts on this, but I'm still parsing them.
I went and changed into suitable court garb and cleaned up a bit. Got to chat with Marion at length about her new obsession, and had a lovely time. Met the very cheerful Baroness of Skraeling(sp?) when I needed someone to tie me into my garb. The food was lovely, but feast ran so late that we were leaving and the last remove still hadn't appeared. Was very disappointed not to sample the promised "gazelle ankles" that we featured as a dessert on the menu.
Majestic herds of miniature Canadian gazelles roaming the Manitoba plains... you're welcome, Marion. And no, I will never look at the Canadian deer crossing signs the same way again
Got in late, choked down some cough syrup, (what don't kills ya will cure ya, it seems) and went to bed with a cup of bedtime tea.
Had a lazy Sunday wake-up, loaded up, and Ernst and I headed toward home, after a pit stop at D.A.D.S Bagels. Weather for the ride home sucked. A lot. Like, "lost count of the number of vehicles off the road we passed" sucked. But I have no issues traveling in weather, and he has few issues driving in weather (or at least did a good job of appearing nonplussed) and we rolled toward home.
Got dropped off at the folk's place, where I had a lovely dinner prepared by Mom and HorseChaser. Little Brother was out with his girlfriend, so it was a rare entire family together outside of holidays event.
Packed Mr B into the car around 7 and rolled on to my place. The fog was impressive, but the handy thing about knowing the rarely-traveled back roads is that I didn't have to deal with any ambient glare for the first 45 minutes of the trip. And I got to crunch along quietly through the dripping dark pine woods of Savoy, Windsor, and Cummington.
Got in about 9:45 - I'll unpack the car tonight.
Now - To catch up on all the stuff that piled out while I was away on Friday.
- K.
But.
I was on my way back from an event in CA, at which I got to see a lot of people, get thumped a bunch of times, and not get my gazelle ankles.
Friday's ride up to Montreal was very nice and clear, and made quick with good company. Met up with Freya, and happily spent my afternoon tidying. Which might not sound like much fun to the rest of you, but it was thoroughly relaxing for me. More visitors arrived, and the evening was spent making new friends. I should eventually get to an event up in NS.
Saturday was breakfast at Cora's (holy crepes was that delicious,) and the event. Since I'd promised the KM I'd fight, I got geared up and hung around with Marcus and we waited for things to start.
There was no set tourney style, and it turned into "Round Robin, Master of the List's Choice."
I'm authorized to use 2 forms, neither of which involve a sword. I informed them of this. It was met with something akin to "well, you're not dangerous, you'll be fine."
For me it turned into "Let's see how not badly I can embarrass myself," deflecting with good humor and a lot of laughs. But in the end, I got one kill, (spear, right hand high, who'da thunk). For the most part I had an enjoyable time, though it was fruitless. The only time I got to attempt what I've been practicing at all year, I was preemptively legged, and the rounded metal knee cops made fighting on that floor akin to fighting on my knees in ice skates.
I have more thoughts on this, but I'm still parsing them.
I went and changed into suitable court garb and cleaned up a bit. Got to chat with Marion at length about her new obsession, and had a lovely time. Met the very cheerful Baroness of Skraeling(sp?) when I needed someone to tie me into my garb. The food was lovely, but feast ran so late that we were leaving and the last remove still hadn't appeared. Was very disappointed not to sample the promised "gazelle ankles" that we featured as a dessert on the menu.
Majestic herds of miniature Canadian gazelles roaming the Manitoba plains... you're welcome, Marion. And no, I will never look at the Canadian deer crossing signs the same way again
Got in late, choked down some cough syrup, (what don't kills ya will cure ya, it seems) and went to bed with a cup of bedtime tea.
Had a lazy Sunday wake-up, loaded up, and Ernst and I headed toward home, after a pit stop at D.A.D.S Bagels. Weather for the ride home sucked. A lot. Like, "lost count of the number of vehicles off the road we passed" sucked. But I have no issues traveling in weather, and he has few issues driving in weather (or at least did a good job of appearing nonplussed) and we rolled toward home.
Got dropped off at the folk's place, where I had a lovely dinner prepared by Mom and HorseChaser. Little Brother was out with his girlfriend, so it was a rare entire family together outside of holidays event.
Packed Mr B into the car around 7 and rolled on to my place. The fog was impressive, but the handy thing about knowing the rarely-traveled back roads is that I didn't have to deal with any ambient glare for the first 45 minutes of the trip. And I got to crunch along quietly through the dripping dark pine woods of Savoy, Windsor, and Cummington.
Got in about 9:45 - I'll unpack the car tonight.
Now - To catch up on all the stuff that piled out while I was away on Friday.
- K.
