Well, the weekend was.....interesting. Looked after Hunter at Live Weapons. It was fun, but tiring. It was hard being tied down and not be able to just go do something. Of course, it also didn't help that I had been in fairly serious pain from straining a muscle the night before, and hadn't slept well at all. I learned (too late) that if I'd taken her back to the cabin, instead of staying in the hall, she probably would have taken a nap. Oh, well, I know for future reference. Making up the pallet on the floor worked really well. I put a bigger, slightly scrunched quilt down, and put a smaller one on top. That way, she had space outside the play yard to move around, and cushioning from the inevitable face-plants when she lost her balance. The problem was that the idea was to have a clean space off the nasty floor. Would have been nice if people had kept their dirty shoes off it when they came to make funny faces at the baby. I was particularly pissed at certain people who wheeled their big-ass stroller across it. I won't mention names, but one of them made a point of talking to Hunter, while I was holding her, without so much as saying "hello" to me. Oh, well, must let go of being angry over this crap.
Hunter liked my honey bear, she talked to it a lot, and she really liked it when Leif made the bear talk. One day I will remind her of this, and that SCA awards are nice, but you shouldn't get so attached that you wouldn't let a child play with your regalia, because after all, it's just a game.
Didn't end up dancing. I'm pretty disappointed about that. By that point, though, I felt pretty bad. We ended up leaving after feast to go home, because I so badly wanted to sleep in my own bed. I was afraid that, after a week of getting up early and being really tired, if I didn't get good sleep Saturday, I would be in bad shape for the rest of the week.
We were warned before the business meeting that some people had some "concerns" about Taloha. Of course, none of these people with "concerns" were people who have done work on the site. Some of them were legitimate. The caretaker needs to get off his butt and start doing more. We keep getting told that he's going to take care of this and that, and from one work day to the next, nothing gets done. There was no nastycrat to clean the bathrooms this time, so yeah, they were gross (which is typical), but the white toilet that was dark gray on the inside was a bit much. Wouldn't kill the guy to occasionally spray the toilets, showers, and mattresses in the cabins with a bleach solution to keep the mold and mildew down. Some of the stuff was unfair, though. Someone complained that the wooded area where people were camping, and in between the cabins wasn't raked. Now, they keep the roads clear (it's been graded and gaveled recently, btw), they keep the grass mowed, which I typically see at campgrounds. Who the hell rakes the woods? Nobody, because it's the woods. When you camp at a state park, do you complain to the ranger that your campsite has leaves all over it? No, because you're in the damn forest! There are trees there, and they drop leaves! You want it raked, rake it your damn self! Concerned about running to the pool or bathhouse barefoot? WEAR SHOES! By the way, there are bugs, too. Don't like it? Bring a can of Raid.
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