Hope you follow me over there. I’ll be back here someday, but it’s too buggy for now and Sean hasn’t got the time to fix it for me this semester.
Replica clothes pass Everest test (four years ago)
Wearing replica gear made from gabardine, wool, cotton and silk, he wanted to disprove the common myth that the 1920s climbers were ill-equipped to reach the summit.
“This is just another brick in my wall of evidence,” Hoyland said.
I’m getting back into the SCA. That’s the Society for Creative Anachronism,
…an international living history group with the aim of studying and recreating mainly Medieval European cultures and their histories before the 17th century.
Those guys.
I used to be in the SCA as a teen. I have thought about it for a few years but decided against it because the kids were too young. They keep growing up, these kids, so I’m going to take the plunge.
The two things that tipped me over the edge were S.M. Stirling’s novels of The Change - most particularly the first three, Dies the Fire, The Protector’s War and A Meeting at Corvallis - and the plan of study for the Gleeschool this year: the Middle Ages.
So I want things like this (hold the rayon, please)
Linen Fabrics at Dharma Trading Co.
and perhaps a pair of these, with decidedly non-period soles, thanks.
Of course we’ll need some outerwear from this
or this
The plan is for me, Faith and Abby to get set up first. Then, we can see whether we like it before going all-in as a family. Bede, while very appropriately named for a historical reenactor, is maybe not so much the fan. We’ll see.
I’m glad that the period I’m interested in has nice, simple clothing. I’m leaning toward ninth century Ireland. And at this point that means everyone gets ninth century Ireland.
This is completely insane.
I’m keeping the homeschool notes for the year at gleeschooling.blogspot.com
so as not to overwhelm this blog with daily “Today we read…” entries. I’ll be posting a picture at least once a week of something homeschooly.
Sean’s working out at St. Damien’s today, installing the pews. Almost done! How exciting! This isn’t very recent, but here’s a picture.
It’s for the Oklahoma City Latin Mass Community - our Very Own Church.
Abby’s fic, To Be Human, is in the Phineas and Ferb fandom, and answers these burning questions: What if Perry the Platypus was human? Does Ferb own any other clothing? And, most important of all, what are Phineas and Ferb going to do today?
Chapters 1-9 are here.
Faith’s Warriors fic, Stars of Gray, is also at their blog, but not neatly next-chapter-formatted yet. It features Graystripe, Faith’s favorite Warrior cat of that era. Prologue Chapter 1 2 3 4 5
Without further ado, I give you Sean, playing Rhapsody in Blue on the… the muted Gleeson horn*. Yeah, that’s it. With bonus helpless laughter from Sean.
*Gleeson horn built from a fill valve and a steel condiment cup.
This morning, as the children were cavorting in the living room on their weekly sugar high brought on by the Saturday morning ritual of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs (we only consume cold cereal on Saturdays), the telephone rang. Guess who it was?
It was the Social Security Administration. Calling me. On a Saturday. To tell me that they owed Bede money. And could I come in on Tuesday and fill out some minor paperwork so they could get it to him as soon as possible.
I got up off the floor where I had fallen in shock and replied, “Who is this really?” No, actually I said “Really?” or something eloquent to that effect. Yes, really, she said. I needed to document how we’ve spent Bede’s SSI back payments and then she would be delighted to release the remainder to me. She was incredibly apologetic that it had been overlooked and she was unsure as to why that was the case.
Calling me! Owes Bede money!
Did I mention it was Saturday?
Wow.
Another hot one. I hung four loads of laundry. Halfway through I soaked my head in the pool. Here’s what I looked like when I came in.
LOVELY! It made me think of
Bede took my picture. I then spent quite a long time flat on my stomach on the nice cool livingroom floor like a basset hound. They don’t call ‘em the dog days for nothing.
Bede also wanted me to take his picture, so here it is.
He’s missing three teeth on top. Poor guy! All he wants for Labor Day is his two, er, three front teeth. And a cold front.
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