Can you make out those words?
“Just engaged”
Well that was a horrible fucking idea.
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Can you make out those words?
“Just engaged”
Well that was a horrible fucking idea.
Continue reading “A New Beginning”It is that time again. Ren fair season is upon me, and for the first time after seven – nay, eight! – years, I’ll be going without Wee One. I’m having a hard time with this.
Continue reading “First Faire W/O WO (Without Wee One)”I was looking back in my post archives, and came across this list, this travel bucket list. My ultimate places to go. I probably wrote this pre-2008 because, as you can see, I have done a few things. The italics are the old list.
The equator. Stand on both sides of it. See if water swirls in the opposite direction in the Southern Hemisphere.
What does it smell like in the Sistine Chapel? (TM Goodwill Hunting)
Ferry from Spain to Morocco.
Visit the Kilns and see where C.S. Lewis is buried.
Auschwitz
Northern Lights
Montana
Maine. Maybe go to Northeastern most post.
UP (Michigan)
Scotland
Italy
Boston
Things changed once I had Wee One (WO), and then again after COVID. Pre-COVID, Cohiba had to travel, often every week or every other week. I hated it. And pre-COVID, if we didn’t have WO, we wanted to go to places the farther out, the better. Hopefully some place I’ve never been.
I was in Missouri in May for the Central Missouri Renaissance Fair, (I got my COVID vaccines and feel comfortable having WO outside with people), and it felt so exotic. I haven’t traveled in so long. We got an air BnB in St. Louis for a few days, saw some friends, my folks, and some sights, then the fair. As my friends, Denise, Amy, and I were meeting with our kids (we are all couch surfers from way back and are new mothers now), we talked about traveling and where we might want to go, now that we’re vaccinated.
Our lists seemed so little. Like I’ll go back to St. Louis this year. Or they could come around me now in Ohio. Or like, go to Iowa City, where Denise and I had surfed before. It was so different from how it had been, and not just because of the kids. COVID has changed so much, and we have changed as we’ve responded to it.
How about you? Are you looking at things differently?
I have been meaning to do this again for the past several weeks, and time goes by and I start to feel constricted by a world unshared, by other worlds I don’t observe. For this week, the proper beginning of a magical summer, let’s Share Our Worlds!
What is the most famous landmark or building you have ever seen?
You may be disappointed if you fail, but you are doomed if you don’t try. Beverly Sills
Write about a time you tried something and you were glad you did. What was it, and how did it turn out?
Becoming a Rennie and acting in a fair was not something I thought I would ever do: My husband introduced us both to the whole thing.
If you were able to relive one day from the last 12 months, which day would it be — and why?
The day the Wee One was born was probably the biggest day of my life, but I don’t think that’s the day I would do over.
I don’t read as much as I want to anymore. (Pshaw – thanks, Wee One! 😉 But I want to be, and I want to be a good writer, something that is helped by reading good books. I should want to finish the books on this list. They just don’t engage me. I try to finish them, and I could force my eyes to the page and force my mind to stay focused on it. But that is valuable reading time, (something I get so little of these days), and do I really want to spend it on something I have to *force* myself to do?
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The Wee One loves music and she loves to hear me sing, which is good since I love to sing. I started singing her full name to the tune of Frere Jacques (which is something my own mother did for me when I was young) but after I finished the first verse, a scant eight lines, I started to make up more.
Maybe a week ago, there was a WordPress prompt about the different “me” I am when I’m in different situations and what would happen if two or more of my mes ran into each other.
This is my second-to-last weekend of my first season as a Scots cast member of a Ren Faire, and I’ll miss it. It was a bit of a slow start for me, but I’m fully bought in now, for many reasons:
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