ALNM: 1915

Whoops, never got around to finishing yesterday’s entry. All that busyness. Busier than God, as some say. Better dressed than God, as we decided last night during the sewing workshop.

Right now we’re both writing steadily. Sarah’s getting more words out than I am, but partly because she’s working on new stuff and I’m editing an old project into the novel. Plus, I had a headache today and took an hour-and-a-half-long nap. But, this isn’t a race, except perhaps to see if we can write a novel in five days. We’re reading lines out loud to each other and laughing hysterically. ALNM has an entirely different tone from BH, that’s for sure!

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So, catching up…

Thursday, I remember nothing except for the fact that we went to Medieval Times in the evening with Ken’s family. I’d decided that I was just going to have fun and not be stressed, and that plan worked brilliantly. We had a blast cheering on our knight from Navarre (the troubadour, not the priest, alas). People called me “m’lady” and I muttered under my breath about “no, it’s ‘Your Excellency,’” and we lamented forgetting to bring our coronets. The only real downside was that when the knight who won made his final gallop through the area, instead of waving his heraldic flag, he waved an American flag. I’m sorry, but that’s totally inappropriate. I’m here to see a show loosely about the Middle Ages. I’m here to be entertained. I’m here to, however briefly, escape from the real world. I’m not here to be faced with reminders of what’s going on in the outside world (I have TV, radio, and newspaper for that) nor propaganda (whether I agree with it or not). So. Argh.

Afterwards, Aunt Marilyn and cousin Jeff and friend Jim and the rest of the family came over to see the house, and we all chatted, and then they left and we slept.

Friday morning, I’m sure we did something; I think I caught up on computer work, mostly. Ken worked in the library and then was a sweetheart and cleaned the house while I went to pick up Sarah from the airport. The 405 was a parking lot in the direction from airport to home due to an accident, so we took surface streets home, which allowed us to go to Trader Joe’s and pick up food for the weekend, including sundried tomato/cream cheese/pesto spread, which Sarah loves. We also got mini pittas, hummus, and tzatziki. We came home and regrouped, then went to the grocery store for fried chicken and vodka and lemonade and other such staples of a Sarah/Dayle week.

Ken went off to the Newcomer’s Guild meeting and Cat arrived to spend the weekend, and I made Pandemonium Tacos. I finished my banner and the mask docs, and we all watched that week’s Buffy, thanks to the gloriousness that is Cat and her VCR. Ken pulled an all-nighter getting the dress form ready and finishing his docs, poor thing. He told folks at Pentathlon that he did his docs late because he was making my incredible banner stand. I felt a little guilty. But everyone oohed and ahhed over the stand, so…