In celebration of this day, my daughter Azure and I watched Pirates of Penzance.
One of my favorite shows of all time.
And not even a guilty pleasure: After all, when contrasted with respectability, piracy is comparatively honest.
In celebration of this day, my daughter Azure and I watched Pirates of Penzance.
One of my favorite shows of all time.
And not even a guilty pleasure: After all, when contrasted with respectability, piracy is comparatively honest.
I seem to be awake this morning simply because I am, and not because I am forcing myself to be. Yay!
I'm not ready to actually concentrate on anything yet, but after sleeping/dozing through most of a week and a half I'm in no mood to quibble. Awake is good.
While dozing, I spent a lot of time with the Black Flag stuff. Again. (Still?)
I added another third generation character. She is studying violin at an upscale college and gets grabbed along with some friends in a terrorist/hostage situation. At first delighted to have accidentally grabbed the scion of an offworlder “first family” the kidnappers then check the size of her home country and write her off as expendable… until someone some actually does some research on this oddly named little “country” and they realize that they have made a HUGE mistake. Trying to terrorize a pirate fraternity. Right. Her family's derisive reply: “Amateurs!”
Ghost's story also got developed a little. I now know what makes her ship, the Obsidian Star so cool (ship name courtesy of my daughter Azure). Mostly, though, I went over Flag in Flames and Blood Price. Again… and again.
I love those stories, but I don't need to think them over any more, I need to get them out of my head. Hopefully my brain will soon clear, and I'll be able to actually work on stuff.
Jasmine read my book in manuscript form and was honored to have the opportunity.
Her sister Azure, however, couldn't be bothered. After all, it was written by her Mom, how good could it be? Worse, all those bothersome loose pages. But I entered my Harp & Gyre in the Xerox/lelu aspiring author's contest, so now I have a bound copy on hand, and Azure finally condescended to read it.
She read it all in a day. Hardly putting it down. But when her father faced her with it, she seems really reluctant to admit that she actually ::gasp!:: *liked* it.
Yesterday was the day set aside to install hardwood flooring in Azure's bedroom. Get the last of the carpet out of the front part of the house. We had already cleaned her room up, and cleared out the closet, so Boyd and Ben spent the morning moving out the large furniture and taking out the carpet. I went to get my allergy shot. In the afternoon Boyd and I put down the hardwood, with Ben standing by to run errands. The floor looked great, although I did bruise my toe at one point (when Boyd slipped and fell into me, actually,) in general the work went rather well.
But then Jasmine threw-up, twice, and by breakfast time this morning, Boyd, Lisandra and I were the only people in the house who hadn't dumped the contents of our stomaches on the floor at least once. In addition to that, when Boyd went out to do errands the car died on him.
Niether Boyd or myself are feeling particularly good either, and frankly we've pretty much written today off.
Although, Azure's floor really does look nice
I took the kids to Grand Tourney of the Unicorn yesterday (an SCA event) and I think they all had fun. The girls all seemed to be enjoying children's point, and both Ben and Jacob got a chance to boffer. (Jacob is too young to join any tournaments yet, but he can practice and receive instruction from the Marshals.) I was way behind on my costume sewing, unfortunately, (something to do with my sewing machine being dead), so Ben (in the black helmet) didn't have one of my patented padded tunics to wear. Luckily they aren't required. Jacob (in green) was wearing Lori's old middle-eastern garb and the smaller of the two padded tunics I made up a couple years ago, and all the girls had handed their dresses down a step, leaving Azure with nothing appropriate to wear, so we just sorta improvised something for her. Hopefully I'll hear back from the shop about the part I ordered soon, and can get something done for Azure and new bigger boffer “armor” for Ben before the next event.
The boy in “mundane” clothing is Lord Gareth (I think, I'm bad at names) who was acting as a youth Marshal. He hadn't wanted to put his armor on, because in his opinion it was too hot to fight.
Apparently “Wearing the Whole Armor of God” has been an assigned topic in church (LDS), this month, or something. I had one couple turn up my song on that in a web search and hoped to sing it, and I had to confess that although it had a melody, that's *all* it had, no accompaniment or anything… 🙁
But yesterday I had someone who wanted to put it my 'Armor of God' poem on book marks to hand out to the teen-aged girls at standard's night.
That was cool.