Bits and Bobs

At least that’s what it feels like we’ve accomplished since we came home from Battlemoor. Lots of little jobs. Clean this area, cook dinners, work on the gardens or the Wendy House. One big improvement was storage. We ‘floored’ the loft over the kitchen and rearranged the storage. No more tubbies on the ground. Plus, we added coat hooks, hooks for the iron, etc. It makes life just a little more livable. I even had a Western Scrub Jay come check out RedTom’s food dish.

Some of the time has been spent with Morgan. Her 18th birthday was on the 10th. Wow has time passed. I made green chile and a carob mayonnaise cake. The recipe uses may instead of oil and eggs. Our friend Mark and his daughter Catherine came over for dinner and cake. It was a good evening. Thursday night we went to their house. Friday was chaos.  It was Cold! I think we got to 41F! Fire in the wood stove and heavier clothes than I’ve worn in months. Brrrr!

Inside there was packing, laundry and trash. Morgan was getting ready to move out. Dan took her to do laundry and a few errands. Morgan left for Fowler, a room mate and a job on Friday night.

Yesterday, Dan worked on organizing his office (an ongoing project) and concealing the network wiring. We no longer look like we live in an IT closet!

While he did that, I cleaned Morgan’s room, moved sewing storage tubbies in and made the last loaf of Artisan’s bread. This is the first time I’ve tried it. Very nice. I’ll be playing with the recipe over the next few months.

Then it was time to tackle the Wendy House. Threw all the scatter rugs outside, and emptied the bathroom and Brandy’s area. Swept, mopped, dusted, etc. I wiped down everything in the bathroom as I replaced and reorganized it. I hosed down the rugs and Brandy’s bedding. Most of them were too doggied to throw in a washer. While I was doing that, I got bit by red ants. Ugh… It burns! It swells! It makes me feel horrid! I slathered on Benadryl and kept going. Vacuumed the bedroom and swept the main living area. It was so nice for it to be clean.

Plus, while we were waiting for things to dry, I had a thought. Brandy would be warmer if her bed wasn’t on the floor. While trying to engineer this in my head, I was cruising Off Grid Quest, a website I visit. I came across one of the pallet stories and *POOF*! An idea was born. Dan went down to our local feed store which gives away pallets, and grabbed a load. A bit of circular saw work and Brandy had a bed platform. She was a bit uncertain at first, but it looks pretty good. We might fancy it up a bit, but for now, it works. We also have pallets for future projects and/or firewood.

Today is going to be low-key. I still feel like dreck from the ant bites and all the dust I ejected from the Wendy House. Dan mowed my parents yard and is finishing up the last of the office work. I’m going to make another batch of artisan’s bread and dinner with all of the veggies from the garden.

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Battlemoor V… Last Photos and a tale

Yes, a tale. You made it through all those photos… So you deserve a giggle.

The porta potties are placed in various spots around camp. Those closest to us were on a bit of an incline. Enough that you worried about falling out…

Dan got up in the middle of the night over the weekend after consuming about a gallon of liquid. He’d not drunk enough, so ‘stocked up’ during dinner and just before bed. Predictable results… He had to visit the porta potties. It was late at night. He was Very Sleepy.

As luck would have it, he climbed into the most tilted one. He thought he locked the door. As he relaxed and relieved himself, he rested his head against the door. He hadn’t locked the door, and rolled out of the porta pottie and into the “street”. As luck would have it, no one was around. No one saw him hit the dirt.

So, he got up, dusted off his butt, pulled up his trews, finished the ‘job’, and came back to bed. He didn’t tell me until morning. Moral of this story… Always lock the loo door!



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Battlemoor V… another Album. :)

Pictures are wonderful. They show how life has changed, and reminds us of the fun we had. These are pictures of the two Courts and the many fighters. Dan also wrote a ditty as one court was so long.

The Tale of Battlemoor V

Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful tent
That started from Walsenburg
To attend a fun event.

The king was a mighty knighted man,
The Queen was brave and pure.
The populace were in attendance
For a three hour court, a three hour court.

The weather started getting rough,
The tiny camp was tossed.
If not for the actions of the fearless bard,
The pavilion would be lost, the pavilion would be lost…

Anyone care to continue?

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Battlemoor V

Ah what a lovely war! We got there on Wednesday, much to our relief. It has been a hectic month, and we really needed a bit of down time.

Thursday it rained. It was cold. But… we had a great time watching the Oubliette Tournament. Met a fighter named Bron, who gave Dan a length of bamboo for a sword. He may start fighting. He’s thinking about it. We didn’t party, but were in bed by 8:30pm. I heard the drummers at the party for oh… 10 seconds.

Friday we relaxed, visited with friends we hadn’t seen in a year. I took a class on Russian clothing and Dan took one on glove making. We visited the Shire Villaleon party and then headed home.

Saturday. I taught a darning class, visited and we went shopping. I got a new badge. Once again, we crashed early.

Sunday, I taught my nalbinding class in the afternoon. It went really well, and then we had the Fiber Guild meeting. After that, we dropped the tent. My friend Ceddwyn came down for the day. It was so good to see her.

Monday. Sad day. We packed up and were home by noon. 🙁 We are 99% unpacked. I have a slight mound of laundry to do, but that’s about it. We are exhausted. I’ve posted pictures, and will do so here in a series of posts. There are 93 of them.

First up, Artisans Lane. Blacksmith’s shop, Medieval kitchen, a woodworking shop, classes and our tent. Oh, and Lothar de Sauvage. (aka Dan)

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