Foggy Tuesday Morning Tuesday, Oct 16 2007

16 October 2007

Yes, dear, I made your car payment on time. <grin>

I awoke this morning to a ringing phone and realized I’d slept eight hours straight!  Not a common thing for me!  It was trash day, so I opened the front door to carry the bag to the street and was greeting with cool air and . . . fog! 

For whatever reason, we really don’t get fog very often around here.  So, when we do, I revel in it.  There’s something magical about the way it just sort of hangs there, acting as some sort of romantic soft filter on the world.  I ran back into the house and got my camera, and so now, at 10-something in the morning, I’ll be done with my KRuMB post for the day.  Even now, as I look outside, the sky is still grey and the house in the lot behind ours seems farther away than it really is.  I wish I’d been up earlier and out running errands or something. I would love to have taken photos in a park or from a high point.  I can imagine the Six Flags roller coasters  or the cranes at work on the new Cowboy stadium rising from the mist.  And then my imagination takes me to how beautiful a renaissance festival site always looks in the fog.  And I remember my trip home this summer through the fog in Iowa.  Then I’m transported to the moors and rolling hills of England and the highlands of Scotland.  I see the spires of a cathedral or the battlements of a castle rising from the mist.  Time has no meaning; I’m gazing upon Brigadoon. 

Then, the cat jumps in my lap, convinced she can sit somehow between my belly and the laptop and I’m jolted back into Tuesday, the 16th of October, 2007.  I remember the laundry, the errands and all the chemises and breeches I need to cut and sew.  Perhaps I can cut through the fog with some more coffee.

~MB

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Monday’s Stormy Skies Tuesday, Oct 16 2007

15 October 2007

Two weekends down; six to go.  Once again, the marketing folks at TRF have done their job—the gate count was high and the people were happy!  I’d call it pretty darned good for a second weekend.  And even Mother Nature was on our side—the weather was warm, but pleasant and not too humid, the breeze was fairly constant, and the rain held off until Sunday night at about 8 p.m.  We really couldn’t ask for much more. 

Our dear friends George and Delaenya were in town this weekend, and Sunday night I went out to dinner with them.  So, when I was presented with the opportunity to have breakfast with my “sisters” Kelly and Ginger, I jumped on the chance.  I finished all my commitments to Pendragon Costumes–reports and inventories and the like, and packed up and went to Ginger’s Faire Pair booth.  Once there, we girls took care of some business related to our Dickens costumes (corset fittings before food!) and then sat down to a delightful breakfast of cereal and ham and fruit and the wonderful apple spice cake thingy that my friend BJ made and brought to faire for me this weekend. 

As we sat around the table, we were able to do some long-overdue catching up—we hadn’t all been in the same place at the same time since mid-August!  And that’s way too long!  We chatted and ranted and complained and shared and laughed (oh my gosh did we laugh!) and just generally enjoyed the incredible sisterhood that is our relationship.  We all stated it then, and I’ll state it now:  I simply cannot imagine my life without those two wonderful women in it. 

It began to rain at some point, and the storm system that we viewed on radar was pretty ugly.  I decided driving through that would be no fun at all, and we continued to chat.  Then, I realized I was hungry again and made a comment that I was annoyed at my body not being satisfied with the breakfast I gave it.  That was when we realized it was lunchtime!  So, between the storm that was raging outside and the hunger brewing inside, we decided to have some lunch.  Then, after lunch, (rain still falling hard), someone said the “M” word.  The mah jong set was in the truck.  So, we opened a bottle of wine and poured three beautiful Girl Glass goblets full, and sat down to what we promised would only be a couple of hands.

We did stay mindful of the time, because I had to make the drive home and pick up the dogs before midnight.  But, we played one round (four hands) of three-hand mah jong, and each got a turn at the high score at least once.  It was hard to put an end to this fabulous day, but I forced myself into the truck and on down the road.  I made good time coming home; the storms were over, and I had only minor sprinkles of rain on the first part of my journey.  The dogs were glad to see me, and I was glad to see my house. 

My photo I snapped at the petrol station in Plantersville as I headed out.  It wasn’t quite dark, and the clouds were still interesting from the storm.  I’d missed all the obvious opportunities for photography, like goblets full of wine, or yellow mah jong tiles on a green tablecloth.  Or just those two beautiful women I love so much.  But, the Texas sky will have to do.  The rest is joyfully locked in my memory.

~MB

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