Recent Adventures. 07/07/03
Today I did the most scatterbrained thing. I was driving home from the library, and stopped at the grocery store that is 2 blocks from my house. When I came out of the store with my grocery bag, I started walking thru the parking lot, onto the sidewalk, down the street... back to the house. Only then did I remember that I had driven to the store, and my car was still there.
Also today I wrestled a rosebush. I figured that if I was careful I could avoid the thorns and get the overgrown bush back secured on the trellis-thing. But the bush was uncooperative and kept lashing out at me. My hands look like I tried to cuddle a bobcat.
I did not have to go to work today! I was smart and asked for this day off over a month ago. Then I asked for Thursday off, and was off Friday too, for the fourth of July weekend. 5 days in a row, no work! Wonderful and weird. I have been downloading some heavy metal and 80's "hair band" music. And baking bread, having adventures in gardening, reading magazines at the library, eating a chile verde burrito from the corner taqueria, reading "Paths of the Dead" by Steven Brust while lying on the couch with Roxanne cat sitting on the coffee table staring at me. I read aloud some of the good bits to her, like the fight scenes and descriptions of what the characters were having for dinner.
This past weekend we spent at the West Antir war. It was a good event, all around. We caravanned with a friend who loves to talk and has the same sort of enthusiasm about SCA fighting, and events, and camping, that Steve and I do. He cooked a great steak dinner for us on Friday night, and we had In-n-Out burgers on both Thursday and Sunday, Saturday we ate at a food merchant's booth and had meatballs in raspberry sauce. It was all so good. But I should balance out this recent meat-fest with more vegetable-type stuff. Get a salad for lunch tomorrow or something.
I spent Friday and Saturday watching the war fighting, browsing merchant's row, walking around the park filled with all these tents, seeing people in garb and fighters in armor. I delighted in the bright sunshine and warm breeze. Smiling, strolling, feeling the medieval-ish atmosphere around me. Wearing my brass circlet on my wavy hair blowing about my face, clothed in slinky green-gold velvet, the hot dusty grass under my bare feet.
Saturday night I bellydanced. Been too long since I was out among other dancers and an actual drum circle, instead of just practicing in front of a mirror alone to taped music. I did the camel walk a lot and think I am finally getting it down right. Did lots of hip-lifts and figure eights, a bit of ribcage circles and snake-spine swaying movements. I always forget at least half of the moves I know once I am out there dancing and get stuck repeating 4 or 5 of the ones I know well, while I try to remember what else I can do so that I and the spectators do not get bored. But I think I danced pretty well Saturday night and was entertaining. I drank a fair bit of fruity booze which probably helped some, by giving me a sugar-energy high and dissolving my inhibitions.
But now it is time to get my mindset back into mundane matters, such as getting things ready to go back to work tomorrow: Locate $1.50 to purchase the first 44oz. soda of the day, make sure that the outfit I would like to wear is clean, figure out how early I will have to get up, et boring cetera. And I will fall back into all the rituals of the workday, and as I return to being "the quiet girl in the Digital Department", my mind will be remembering my other life as the Medieval Goddess of a Golden Summer.
