*Cue Bananarama Music*

It's a Cool (It's a Cool) Cool Summer...
Leaving me here on my own....

Weird, weird weather. My peppers are not going to do diddly-squat, as it's not warm enough. My 'maters don't want to ripen, either. *sigh* The raspberries never got past the unpack-the-stick-that-looks-dead stage. Apparently they WERE dead. I cleaned the peas out of the garden - along with the Chinese Cabbage that bolted and never produced a single head. All went into the compost pile. Which at least is well-fed.

The Chickens tried for a Chicken Run last night. I must figure out which one knits. And John needs to finish the coop!!

I might seed my garden with Winter Wheat as a cover crop when my veggies are done. I'm not sure how long it takes it to ripen in the spring - I'd like to have the wheat. Though I might settle for the straw. Maybe I'll learn the seven-strand plait and weave a hat for one of the girls. Or both, if there's enough straw. It might make a cool A&S project. Though why I care about that at this point, I'm not sure. I suspect at least 2010's Faire will be in Cinci. Whether this will be a permanent thing or not remains to be seen. I still think it's a bad idea. For a host of reasons other than just that it's on the other F'n side of the Kingdom (No kitchen facilities for the people entering cooking to use, and a seemingly twitchy management that may or may not be cool with regular events over the years, etc. etc.)

I have looked it over and dropped my Pentathalon plans for the moment. The logistics of what I want/can do and getting it done/to Cinci just about gives me a Migraine. I know when I am defeated. *white flag*

So I will shove it in the Happy Box, work with Sarafina on RUM stuff.

And continue my Sooper Seecrud Lone Looney crusade. ;-) (let the banners fly and the bells ring out - eventually).

Having no idea what goes on on the "Merry Rose" List...

I'm not sure what the backstory is but:

I happened across this blog today. And decided it was sort of the Polar opposite of how John and I operate in the SCA. We find the local groups available to us to be intensely frustrating. The one we do get on well with is a bit far for regular meetings and such. And so we sort of tend toward Kingdom events and operating at a non-local level.

That might explain something about my current mindset.

Curiouser and curiouser, thought Alice.

Why I could not care less about a principality

June 23rd, 2008 by Ascelyn

The discussion/flame war about forming a principality in northern Atlantia has, happily, been taken off the Merry Rose (the Atlantian kingdom mailing list, for those of you reading from afar) and transferred to a Yahoo! group. After much delay, and with great fear and trepidation, I peaked into the site and found all my fears quite well-founded. I’ve looked back in from time to time since then, skimming through pages of assorted arguments and reading any that look particularly interesting or that were written by people I know. Thank heavens the messages are viewable to non-members, because there’s no way I’m subscribing even to a digest.

Quite frankly, I just don’t care. I mean, I feel really guilty about that, but I just can’t bring myself to get all worked up about it either way. I feel guilty about not following the presidential race as closely as I have in past elections, too, but at least that’s about deciding the fate of our country and, let’s be realistic about this, the world. Some people might hate me for saying this, but the SCA is a pasttime, not life. It’s a game. A game that can teach us a lot, both about history and about life, but it can’t be allowed to become life itself.

If the northern and southern halves of the US were to begin quarreling and one side wanted to take its toys and play elsewhere, I’d be pretty concerned. But while I love my kingdom, and I’m proud to consider myself an Atlantian even with my AEthelmearc address, I’m not going to get involved in this battle. I’ve even dared to think that it might be interesting–and completely period!–if a the chosen prince and princess would try to take their portion of the kingdom and the king and queen would fight back. All in fun, of course, but why be bureaucratic about this when it could be fun instead? Isn’t that why we do this–because it’s fun?

Hey, I know we can’t dare let something like that happen. But I can dream, can’t I? After all, dreaming’s what got me here in the first place.

That’s beside the point, though My point is, that I don’t care. Call me a localist if you want, and tell me that what happens to the kingdom trickles down to affect us as well, but I have enough on my plate trying to get a local group going. Though I might not like it if some kingdom event I want to attend is being held in South Carolina again, I’m much more frustrated by having to drive over an hour just to sit down and break bread with a fellow Scadian. I’ve got work to do here, and it’s far more important to me than a kingdom division ever could be. Plus, I don’t like politics, and the whole “I’m doing this for fun” mentality requires me to avoid pulling my hair out by the handful if at all possible while still serving my barony with honor.

I’m an Atlantian. Someday I might be part of a northern principality, but as long as they don’t raise taxes, I’m perfectly content. Someday I might be part of a canton, and that makes me quite happy. But first and foremost, I’m a loyal servant of the Barony of Highland Foorde, and that I shall forever remain.

…Now I just have to figure out how to say all that succinctly, so that when someone asks me what I think about the principality movement, I don’t just say “I don’t care” and sound like a total loser.