Weekend in Review
Welly, welly, welly, well....
A goodish weekend of mostly successes.
Animal feeds and shoes procured without difficulty (new shoes!!).
Drove to hobart in the midst of the Saturday morning nuff-nuffs, bit longer than I wanted but there was enough fat in there to make it to country leather (red leather!!) and to the imperial bookshop and the other bookshop who I forget the name of.
The TSO were great as always, although the jazz symphony was a wee bit wanky (I kept expecting roger rabbit to come bouncing across the stage. VERY Warner Bros, meep meep!!).
The new composition "Cloudforms" was spectacular. It was a minimalist work which drew up all sorts of imagery of cirrus and nimbus and then moved on to actual rain, fantastic! The percussionist looked like he was about to drop, but got backed up when the flutes and clarinets put down there instruments and started running a beaten sequence on tiny little bells hanging off their music stands.
The party was OK, I had fun for a while, but then I ran out of talk, and got blanked a few times and a sense of depe isolation set in. Rather than downing the party I left precipitously, went to bed and cried a bit. Shitty really, but I'll cope. At least I know for sure that I left Miss Nipples with a happy smile on her face (In a nice non-oath-breaking kind of way).
The tourney was well fun. Fought much better than last week. I'm almost not ashamed to be seen fighting by the boss next week in the SF Baronial (must find a consort).
Drove home in the thick of the Sunday night shambles and got a vey happy-making text on the way home (thank-you Miss D and J).
Sitting back now, having sparked the fire and looking at the port across the way...
Must contact Piers this week for his hypocras recipe to make a cple of batches in time for the Hunt Event I'm running in September. Plotting and scheming abounds, and I have Baronial approval!
Oh yes! Goat inspection shows a definite movement in Stella's belly, and the kid has dropped and moved forward. Not long now!
3 Roosters, 4 Drakes and one old aviary heading off via freecycle on thurdsay night, to a very worthy receiver.
A goodish weekend of mostly successes.
Animal feeds and shoes procured without difficulty (new shoes!!).
Drove to hobart in the midst of the Saturday morning nuff-nuffs, bit longer than I wanted but there was enough fat in there to make it to country leather (red leather!!) and to the imperial bookshop and the other bookshop who I forget the name of.
The TSO were great as always, although the jazz symphony was a wee bit wanky (I kept expecting roger rabbit to come bouncing across the stage. VERY Warner Bros, meep meep!!).
The new composition "Cloudforms" was spectacular. It was a minimalist work which drew up all sorts of imagery of cirrus and nimbus and then moved on to actual rain, fantastic! The percussionist looked like he was about to drop, but got backed up when the flutes and clarinets put down there instruments and started running a beaten sequence on tiny little bells hanging off their music stands.
The party was OK, I had fun for a while, but then I ran out of talk, and got blanked a few times and a sense of depe isolation set in. Rather than downing the party I left precipitously, went to bed and cried a bit. Shitty really, but I'll cope. At least I know for sure that I left Miss Nipples with a happy smile on her face (In a nice non-oath-breaking kind of way).
The tourney was well fun. Fought much better than last week. I'm almost not ashamed to be seen fighting by the boss next week in the SF Baronial (must find a consort).
Drove home in the thick of the Sunday night shambles and got a vey happy-making text on the way home (thank-you Miss D and J).
Sitting back now, having sparked the fire and looking at the port across the way...
Must contact Piers this week for his hypocras recipe to make a cple of batches in time for the Hunt Event I'm running in September. Plotting and scheming abounds, and I have Baronial approval!
Oh yes! Goat inspection shows a definite movement in Stella's belly, and the kid has dropped and moved forward. Not long now!
3 Roosters, 4 Drakes and one old aviary heading off via freecycle on thurdsay night, to a very worthy receiver.
Labels: Chooks, Fighting, Goats, Live Music, SCA
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