Random thoughts for a busy day...

1) I *love* Bryn Terfel's voice, my gods, he just melts my bones especially singing Mozart. Aw hell, he could sing commercial jingles and I'd listen!

2) I now have a new pair of contacts so I'm not worried about either driving or not being able to thread a needle for awhile. Feels good. Even better that they gave me the pair as samples so I didn't have to pay anything.

3) The incidentials cost more and take longer than the whole rest of the costume altogether.

4) I've got one day to get more Opening Move CDs and get the liners/notes printed. Holy Shit. And the kid stayed out too late last night and now won't wake up. *sigh* Gonna hafta get my sweetie to talk me through it later tonight.

5) If you vanquish Vikings, do you know what you've got? Leif Removal

I thought of that one while (dddddddddddddd8678^&*(*())))))) - oops, sorry that was courtesy of Penny wanting my attention and so walking over the keyboard.) driving up beside a truck that said "Leaf Removal" on the side and my brain took a left turn.

6) I miss my sweetie incredibly and although I'm sleeping well (when I finally get to bed) it's no fun sleeping alone; nobody to spoon with and snore in my ear.

I'm sure there's more....but I've got to get back to sewing.

*sigh*

Almost done with the sewing, just about to start the packing, given up on baking cookies or rolls (which is gonna be a pain because I loathe standing in line for food at faire) but there isn't enough time. I still must dye my hair, run out and get dog food and prolly about ten other things I'm forgetting now.

What was just about the last thing I needed right now? For Mason to have diarrhia to the point of drippy all over the place including the bed, the floor, the coffee table, etc. Got that all cleaned up and he'd sleeping. I can't help but worry about him and here I'm getting ready to leave.

But I thought that was it. No. The absolute last thing I needed when I went back downstairs to let the dogs in and feed them was when I went into the bedroom and picked up the last load of laundry to put in. I looked up to see him pissing right on the bed with me standing right there.

*facepalm*

Then I realize that the reason Amber didn't print the CD covers is that the computer froze up. I give up; no Opening Move CDs for this weekend. That's just more than I can deal with at the moment. Now to go make a hat and then I'm done with the work I wanted to finish yesterday.

I think I prefer my faire life right now.

All 'cept the "fertility" part...

Which Pagan Goddess Are You? by kira_may
Name?
Age?
You are:
You favourite trick:	Throwing fire balls at unsuspecting gods
Your feeling towards mortals:	Mortals - who needs 'em
When you sleep with mortals, your lover is:
Mortal you'd most like to smite:	Britney Spears
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Frankly, tried it a second time, 'cause the first outcome was Morrigan, ye gods, er goddesses! Can that meme pick up on mood?

Lest we forget....

...why we do this.

I just ran across something while I was packing and it stopped me cold, made me smila and rebalanced everything. ('Course, it was also after I talked to Bruce, which made everything alright instantly.)

It's a favor; a badge on a silk cord. It happened like this; after Pub Sing/Last Huzzah on Sunday at Norman, I'd sold one last CD (yay!) and was saying goodbyes. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see the tall, lanky AOA guy who was there when we went to play for the dances. He's the guy with the water bottle who offered it to me when I was hot and I took a swig and smiled at him and said, "Thanks!" and meant it. He's the quiet and kinda shy type that watches and feels more than he ever says. He was watching when Bruce asked me to keep an eye on Amber who was sitting there a bit over-heated. I was standing behind her to block the sun from her and this kid immediately moved into position to finish blocking her and partially block me from the sun. He got another grin of thanks and appreciation from me.

That's the only interaction he and I have ever had, that I know of. But here he was, standing there shyly, holding out this medallion on a cord towards me and saying, "I want you to have this. Thank you for all you've done." I took it, looked at it and looked again. Then I held out my hand to him and said, "Thank you from the bottom of my heart; I will treasure this, more than perhaps you may understand." We smiled at one another and parted. I sensed that I'd fluster him if I'd given him a hug.

The medallion is a Tudor Rose. He couldn't possibly know what deep symbolism that has for me.

As Bruce reflected once before, last fall, "it's the little people, the ones in the background, that make all the difference."

Yes, indeed.

I will most assuredly make a new favor tabard for my belt and that medallion will go on it and stay on it for whenever I forget why I do all this; whenever I get stressed and silly about stuff.

Have a lovely weekend; be nice to one another, ok?

Hugs,
Rowan