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free at last, free at last, thank god almighty, we are free at last!!!
2002-04-09 - 3:03 p.m.

bulleted list is here for those that only want a summation...

THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT
clean minds only, you freaks

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat;
They took some honey, and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the moon above,
And sang to a small guitar:
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"

Pussy said to the Owl: "You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing!
Oh, let us be married-too long we have tarried�
But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away for a year and a day
To the land where the bong tree grows;
And there in a wood, a piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose.
With a ring at the end of his nose

"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?" Said the piggy, "I will."
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined upon mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon,
And hand in hand on the edge of the sand
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon.
They danced by the light of the moon.


funky terms in poem explained.

So, Coronation happened, and the reign of Aryanna and Galmr comes to an end. We got all the stuff there in good shape, set up for last court and coronation on friday night and then tranferred all the other stuff to Isabel, and went over it with her ladies and Grimmr should they have any questions. Then it was back to the hotel for sleep, or an attempt at it anyway. Point to note, there is no cell reception between the site and the hotel. None. sigh, too reliant upon technology. Everything went fairly smoothly, blissfully.

I'd go over the awards given in last court, but you can read that for yourself. The funny and cool thing was that the three of us, Llywelyn, Quhinten, and I in addition to Her Majesty's Undine (which is very appreciated and gladly accepted), we three also were given supporters for our arms. Supporters are the animals used to hold up the arms of something. For example, the full arms of the Kingdom are supported by a mer-stag and a dolphin. So, Q, Shane and I now have supporters of an Owl from Aryanna and a Lion from Galmr. This is something that only Q, Shane and I will share, and it is really cool. A reminder of the past year, the trials and tribulations, the happy moments and the sad, the sore feet from standing in court and the smile and/or happy tears on someone receiving an award, the times you wanted to shake the monarchs out of frustration and the times you wanted to hug them you were so proud to serve them. We will forever be reminded of this reign by our supporters, now affectionately termed the Owl and the Pussy-cat.

and thank god it is over...

We actually stayed onsite longer than we had intended. Many of the boys wanted to fight, and we wanted to hang out and socialize for a change, and stay for court to see Anton get his Pelican. I don't know if he got to see the standing ovation he received. He may not think it makes a difference, I don't know what could phase that old duke, but he has made a difference for so many people in the SCA. His impact ripples out far and wide.

So, I feel like I gained 10 lbs. this weekend. I thought I'd be lighter after being relieved of duty, passing the torch and all that, but instead I ate food from Padraiga and Kyna's lunch. And then I "attended" Bera at Her Majesty's repast on the field and ate way too much of John and Anne's yummy spread, including the Tirloch Digby cakes that are like crack, but in a good way, except the pounds they add to my ass. I had a great time, and then the done button was pushed, and we collected Jake and Courtney and went back to the hotel to change and relax and vegge and then get dinner and start the drinking. I got pleasantly buzzed and we got to rifle through the gifts they received their reign and life was good. Booty rocks!

Sunday we left later than we hoped to, damn daylight savings time, and ate at the Denny's where our meal was unneccesarily delayed. We then got on the road to face the long drive home and the traffic. What was up with the traffic on sunday, all up 95, but notably between Richmond and home? Issues!


House Update!

So, we get back in town, stash our stuff away since more folks are coming by to look at the house, and then head out to look at homes. We looked at 7 or so on Sunday night, 3 more last night, and had looked at 3 previous to this. I really appreciate the work we have put into getting our house ready for sale when I see some of these houses that are supposedly on the market. I wouldn't want to show some of those houses to my friends, much less strangers. The good thing is that while we haven't found a dream house, we've found a place we could be very comfortable, happy and can not only see a use for all the rooms but a place for all our stuff. I'll give you guys an update when I know more info, but I really like this house, and it would give me a blank slate to work with, instead of moving into a new house and having to remove offensive wallpaper, and paint over a hideous pink room or something.

Please, I want this house...

And on the selling front, we had roughly 30-40 people through our current house for the open house on Sunday, and another 15 calls or more of folks wanting to see the house outside of the open house. This is very heartening. We will be sitting down with our realtor tonight to look over proposed contracts, at least one offering more than we are asking. That in and of itself is very cool! So, this whole selling and buying a house madness could be over by Crown, which would be unbelievably amazing. That would also give us a month in the new house before the wedding...

60 days left until Alan and I are official hitched!


So, the bulletted list for all you guys, like Byram, who can't be bothered to read my verbose postings...


Some of the funky terms in the poem The Owl and the Pussy-Cat, by Edward Lear in 1871:

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