Oh, right, where was I?
I guess I was going to update the last week and a half or so.
I have to start with the standard statement that I still really don’t like my job. I’m actively searching for new employment, but it isn’t going very well. And things here are still stuck in the same limbo they’ve been in since March. I’m not the budget analyst, but that’s what I spend the majority of my time doing. They’re still trying to shaft my former boss out of three grade levels worth of pay, and still ignoring me. Is it worth the trouble I’d bring on myself to file a complaint? Or is it just better to let things ride, and step up the job search? People still can’t follow simple directions. What is so bloody confusing about “everything must be preapproved“? What part of “everything” don’t you fucking morons understand?
Family stuff is below, for those who don’t feel like reading my whine.
Saturday the 15th, we took my Mom to Faire. It was, um, interesting. I warned her, before we got through the gate, about the “acres and acres of cleavage” she’d see. We saw the Macbeth performance, and I enjoyed it very much. Even if I had to stand through the whole thing for lack of seats. After that, she went out to the car to rest for a bit. All the walking was too much for her. As I was walking back from the front gate, I saw Captain Silver – he cut off all his gorgeous hair! Doesn’t he know I have to revise half my fantasies now? But then, he told me I was a “MILF”, so I guess I can forgive him. Of course, I’m sure he said that because he was on the spot, but I’ll take the ego strokes wherever I can get them. TOH™ and Klumpen say I should get that made onto a pin, but spell it MYLF. We can pretend it stands for “My, You Look Fantastic”. Yeah, right, like that’s going to happen.
While I was standing there talking with Silver and another couple, a bee stung me on the webbing of my left hand between my thumb and fingers! Damn that hurts! I also managed to cut my index finger and palm on the other hand, so I was feeling kind of crappy after that. The Captain had his wee ones with him on Saturday, so it was nice seeing them at the playground. Remy is getting so big! The girls are growing more gradually, but Remy is just shooting up.
I managed to embarrass myself by introducing Victor as ”Mike” to my Mom. All season long Klumpen and I been calling him Mike, but I don’t know where we got that from. And it’s totally wrong! But he only teases me a little about it now, so it’s all good.
Getting out of the parking lot Saturday night took an hour. I’ve heard that there was an accident at the south gate, but not much beyond that. Once we got back to Virginia, I went to a friend’s house for a “toy party”. That was fun. Kelly was serving something fruity with lots of vodka in it. I only had one, but one was all I needed. It was a big cup!
Sunday, the boys and my Mom decided to stay home, so it was just Klumpen and I. I think I wandered for the better part of the day. I did catch part of the “Puke & Snot” show, most of a “Wolgemut & Friends” show, and some of The Rogues at the White Hart. I’ve been spending less time at the booth, or at least trying to. Reggie, one of the rickshaw drivers, made himself very friendly with my leg everytime he’d hug me on Sunday. I was amused. The Captain & Jen’s friend Jon was in attendance again, and we got to see him hang onto a tree and lift his legs up until it looked as if he was hanging on to the tree in a hurricane. Talk about strong! He and the lovely Gloria seemed to hit it off well, and spent the better part of the day together.
In retrospect, I think I should have just kept my mouth shut a few times, but that’s always the case. I should go back to being the quiet observer, rather than throw myself into things.
The end of the evening was unfortunately filled with Jane having an attack of costochondritis, which I think led to something of a panic attack. We had to call the EMS and they ended up taking her to the hospital by ambulance. The good news is that she’s fine, but it scared us all.
This coming weekend is the final weekend for the Faire season. It’s a bittersweet thing. I do love seeing these people every weekend and spending time with them, but I will be oh-so-very glad to be able to sleep in again, and not worry about whether or not the garb is clean. My car will thank me for the break on mileage, and my knees will thank me for the break from all that walking. Life will be quieter but not entirely in a good way. I will miss all the hugs from everyone, the banter, the chance to forget about life outside Revel Grove for a few hours. I won’t miss the drama that seems magnetically drawn to all those creative types. Angst muffin, emo face kids. And I say kids only because most of them are young enough to be my kids.
Sunday the stepson and his wife might be joining us, so that should be interesting.
Tuesday night, Klumpen and I went to Hancock fabrics and bought several things for off-season projects. We’re going to make a coat similar to a Moresca version for her, and I fould nearly 10 yards of velvet on the remnant table that will make a great noble outfit. Perhaps a doublet type bodice and skirt? Who knows. It may also sit in the fabric closet while I get distracted by other projects.
Speaking of projects, tonight I need to sew Clancy’s vest and repair Gloria’s bodice. I also need to rehem my cloak, tighten my bodice, mend my smock, etc. I was supposed to be making a cloak out of Clancy’s tartan for him, but there is no way I’m going to get it taken care of. I didn’t really want to cut into the tartan anyway, but I feel guilty about it now.