Maelfroth

[smokingboot]

Where to begin?

There were so many things that could have made the weekend disastrous. The heat was just horrible, muggy and hot enough to make masks, makeup and movement unpleasant. I thought Friday night was going to be a total loss. So flat and hot and heavy, after much tentage and travel, who could enjoy it? And there's a worry when there are lots of you; can people find enough stuff to do?

Then the event spiralled into activity and yes, there was plenty to do and plenty to chew over and PLOT! RAH! The group is happily frothing, schemes ranging from the insanely clever to, well, to just the insane.
It's a fantastic group. I wish we got together more often. It's going to be great to see everybody in 6 weeks time.

My only regrets are that I missed seeing lots of people I want to spend time with. Instead I collapsing into a horrid sticky sleep made worse by stress, exhaustion and physical monthly uckness. I feel very hard done by that alcohol and partying never got a fair chance of contributing to my misery, drowned out by necessary bottles of water and fitful sleep. Very early Saturday morning I was woken by rain on the canvas and went out; no-one was up so I wandered and just let it soak me. For a while it felt cool, deceptively so, enough to make one think the close weather might leave us be, but no. Within an hour the air had grown still and thick again. How we got any thing done beats me.

A year ago, I bought a mask for this event. Now I find that despite experiments with gauze and sponges underneath the mask, the psoriasis which revealed itself last Autumn, does not need much encouragement to give ominous warning. My skin was vexed to the point where I was thinking of retiring the character for good. A member of our group painted my face, and though it still streamed and stung, it was better than the mask. Props needed to finish it off, but there is yet hope.


Maelstrom was not the only good thing to happen over the last few days. The excellent company of ephraim graced our portals for an evening, my work has given me more shifts and my mother has sent me a postcard marked 'URGENT' (how does that work?) telling me to empty her flat and give it back to the Housing Association, cos she wants to stay in Spain permanently. The house-emptying in itself is a massive hassle and nuisance, but she only talks like this when she is very happy and that is a great relief to know.

Tomorrow I begin thinking again.

Comments

[lucyas.livejournal.com]

Yes, house emptying is a massive hassle - I have spent much of the past year decluttering my parents' house before we move in and they are terrible hoarders. My recommendation is, if you just want to get rid of stuff, try finding a charity shop that will send round a van to take lots of stuff, including furniture. If you think the stuff is valuable, get your local auction house to come in and value it and take away the good things to sell.