July 3rd, 2012


Can I have a weekend from my weekend please?

This past weekend was definitely not a candidate for balance between SCA life and real life.  Not that it was a bad weekend – it wasn’t.  But I generally like to keep one of my weekend days for things like laundry and housekeeping and not putting socks on.

Saturday was the hafla, and I have to say that it was an surprisingly good time.  I got there a little past noon, and sat in on the afternoon classes.  Those were interesting.  On some levels I wish I’d gotten there earlier to audit some of the others – seeing the instruction on the various dance elements definitely changes your outlook as an audience member.  Then afterward was the hafla itself, which (to be brutally honest) was a much nicer time than I was expecting.  There was one troupe that was unexpectedly (to me) outstanding, and a few solo acts that were just fantastic.  I met a bunch of cool people, got to spend time with some old friends I haven’t seen much of lately, and was able to reconnect with my former apprentice whom I have missed terribly.  Afterwards I got invited along to dinner at the Outback, and had a FABULOUS time.  Given that I was expecting to show up, be polite, be bored out of my gourd, and escape as soon as was courteously possible, it was a notably fun time.

The turnout wasn’t as good as we might have hoped, but for an event conceived in March with almost no time to advertise, I think it did very well.  I heard a lot of people saying how much fun they had, and that they hope we can do it again next year.  I would definitely support that, and I’ll go again – but I told them that if we do it next year they need to dress me so that I’m not the only chick in the joint wearing European.  :-)

One of the virtues of the hafla was that it was indoors in the air conditioning.  One could not say the same of the Sunday demo at the Coventry Farmer’s Market.  Because I’d had a badly mis-timed attack of laziness on Friday, I had to pack for the demo when I got home from the hafla at 11:30.  Luckily I had a list, so I wasn’t required to think.  We got to the farmer’s market a bit past 9:30, and folks were already well into setting up the carport.  That was fantastic to have, and the market gave us a really sweet spot under the trees.  I think it went well – we had a fairly steady stream of people coming by, including at least one lady who was very interested in the organization.  I think we had a good display, and definitely had some good people manning the booth – it was a high quality turn out in my opinion.  We’ll see if anything comes out of it.

We also all got to roam the farmer’s market.  I’ve never been up there, but I heard all the kerfluffle when they were looking for a new site.  It was much smaller vendor-wise than I had imagined, but the amount of traffic through was phenomenal.  Looking at the vendors, I clearly need to be more adventuresome in my vegetable consumption.

I got a fair bit of the layout sussed out for the piece I want to have done for Pennsic, then past a certain point it just got to be too hot to think.  At 2:00 we broke down, and the timing was perfect – the first crack of thunder rolled just as we finished loading the cars.  When we got home I wandered around the air conditioned house in my underwear for a while, and my husband (bless him) unloaded the car.  Then we sat there, kind of stunned by the heat.  I took a nap.  I hope Pennsic isn’t this hot and humid this year – I don’t like the sleepy Pennsics, because I end up not actually DOING anything.

I managed to revive at the end of the evening just sufficiently to get all the demo stuff put away.

Next up – march in the Fourth of July parade in Groton.  Oh joy.  I’m rather looking forward to a weekend without any SCA plans.