wild blue yonder, and other sensations of lowering doom

[freckles_and_doubt]

Off for a weekend-long SCA event, almost immediately. Either I'm getting too old for this, or I'm still somewhat post-lurgified, but I find my feet rooting themselves more and more firmly to the floor as I dash around preparing, resulting in a sort of reluctant shuffle. I know it'll be a fun weekend with people of whom I am very fond, but there's a substantial chunk of my psyche that wants to be quietly at home, writing things, planting herbs, running up huge dial-up bills and talking to the cats.*

Help! when did I turn into an eccentric spinister granny? memo to self: next time, just say "no" to the Granny Weatherwax.

See y'all later.

* Oh, yes, and catching up on the huge pile of marking I didn't do last weekend owing to being a temporary plague-pit lacking both energy and brain.

p.s. In my absence, stock up. (This is cute, if curiously pointless).

Comments

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Knitting! I so don't do knitting. It's my sole blow struck against the inner granny. Well, I don't do embroidery either, so I suppose that's potentially another blow.

I I am actually more or less at peace, mostly, with my inner granny, particularly since she very much tends to be an inner Granny Weatherwax. Memo to self: get rocking chair.

The only downside is that this seems to be dooming me to a single elderly existence, with cats.

[(Anonymous)]

I will continue to wave the knitting flag all by my lonesome, then. Don't know what you're missing, etc.

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[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

I'll only be impressed if someone produces a pattern for glass slippers.

One of my favourite bits of the Professor Branestawm stories is the one where he invents a mad knitting machine that tries to knit a clockwork train. (So I do approve of knitting, I suppose, but only when it's completely surreal).