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I may or may not continue to use this space. For one thing, I'm uncomfortable with all the references to Russians in the new agreement.

Those of you who aren't on Facebook are welcome to stay in touch via e-mail.

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Our journey took us through the dark, a long and winding road;
our caravan was weary, and right heavy was our load;
we saw the light, we found the gate, we made our way within;
no words can tell our thankfulness, when greeted by our kin:
Welcome home.

CHORUS
Welcome home from near and far, welcome home whoe'er you are,
welcome home again, wherever you may roam,
from north and south, east and west, to the place we love the best,
where the heart may find its rest: welcome home.

We stumbled and we staggered, for we had travelled long;
our eyelids they were heavy, and our bodies far from strong.
But through the gate we entered, and from every friendly face
came words that gave us strength again, like herbs of healing grace:
Welcome home.

CHORUS

Each time I walk those lands again, returned on pilgrim feet,
I almost kneel and kiss the ground, the grass so green and sweet;
the sky so fair, the stars so bright, the fires and friendships dear,
and sweet as any song to me, the words I love to hear:
Welcome home.

CHORUS

So all you joyful pilgrims, who once a year are found
upon the shores of Cooper's Lake, that well-beloved ground,
pass on the words that welcome you, in early times or late,
and greet the weary traveller who enters through the gate:
Welcome home.

CHORUS
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A superb event.

As we came into sight of the event, we were greeted by a stunning church, all domes and arches and glass. The inside was just as good -- very modern as to facilities, and spacious. Big bathrooms, lots of class space, two main rooms, enough for merchants and fencing as well as plenty of places to sit down and talk.

There was no dayboard, but several people were selling food, and I lunched on sandwiches, olives, boiled eggs, and truffles (raspberry and Nutella, only part of a wide selection).

There was an Arts and Sciences exhibit/competition. Everything there was worth looking at, but I was especially impressed by the work of Orlando Sforza, whom I'd never met but clearly should have. I can only assume his work on fencing was good, because I don't know anything about fencing, but I do know a little about English drama and a little more about poetry, and his display on both of these subjects attracted my favorable attention.

Court was enjoyable and *short* (about an hour). This may have been because there were neither peerages nor awards of high merit given. I did enjoy the large number of new arts and services awards given out, including, but not limited to, the people I knew.

The feast was excellent; let me count the ways:
1) There was enough room in the hall that we weren't elbow to elbow.
2) Each table had a printout of the menu with all the ingredients for each dish on the back.
3) The things I especially liked: Aquapatus (but next time give us nice fresh soft bread and not the hard crusts -- yes, I can believe it is authentic ...) Quayle Roasted; Vyaunde Leche; Frytour of Mylke & Erbes (next time make about twice as many? Please?)

There were only two things that could have been improved: First, that gorgeous hall was an icebox. I don't know whether it was the beautiful big glass walls and windows, or the fact that so few people seemed willing to close the (many) doors and keep them closed, but I was cold from the minute I came in until I got in the car to go home. I only took my cloak off once -- after doing a galliard which warmed me up for about 20 minutes.

Which brings me to the second suggested improvement: With all those classrooms, perhaps there could have been one for bardic activities. People did their best in the main spaces, but those big halls had some of the worst acoustics I have ever encountered. And the unfortunate performers during the feast were inaudible unless, like me, you shamelessly got up and stood near enough to them to hear.

But I repeat: a superb event.

(Also posted on Facebook)
Current Mood:
calm calm
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H ail, God the Father, Lord of all,
O ur dear Creator, Source of Grace,
D escending to each hearth and hall
I n every near and distant place.
E ternal blessings on our race
C ome forth from thee, who deigns to stay
H ere with us on this joyful day.

R ejoice, for now the Prince of Peace
I s here on earth a human child,
S ecuring thus our souls' release
T o Heaven's grace from dark defiled.
U nfailing Love, who reconciled
S uch needful souls to holy light,
N ow lives on earth both day and night.

A nd unto God the Spirit raise
T he song that blessed angels sing
U nto His everlasting praise:
S ing out and make the heavens ring
E ternal joy in God our King;
S ing sweetly on this holy morn:
T oday our Saviour Christ is born.

Current Mood:
busy
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(Some of you have seen this already.)

Arviragus and I really want to go to this convention (the new incarnation of DarkoverCon) and we have a room but need a ride there and back. If anyone within the sound of my voice can help with this, please let me know.

http://chessiecon.org/

Current Mood:
hopeful hopeful
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Red trees, golden trees,
blue skies crystal-clear and bright,
crisp frost at morning.
If it did not mean winter's
approach, how I would love fall!
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On October 15, 1988, A. and I were married.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NtTa81LyuQM

Current Mood:
contemplative contemplative
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Our journey took us through the dark, a long and winding road;
our caravan was weary, and right heavy was our load;
we saw the light, we found the gate, we made our way within;
no words can tell our thankfulness, when greeted by our kin:
Welcome home.

CHORUS

Welcome home from near and far, welcome home whoe'er you are,
welcome home again, wherever you may roam,
from north and south, east and west, to the place we love the best,
where the heart may find its rest: welcome home.

We stumbled and we staggered, for we had travelled long;
our eyelids they were heavy, and our bodies far from strong.
But through the gate we entered, and from every friendly face
came words that gave us strength again, like herbs of healing grace:
Welcome home.

CHORUS

Each time I walk those lands again, returned on pilgrim feet,
I almost kneel and kiss the ground, the grass so green and sweet;
the sky so fair, the stars so bright, the fires and friendships dear,
and sweet as any song to me, the words I love to hear:
Welcome home.

CHORUS

So all you joyful pilgrims, who once a year are found
upon the shores of Cooper's Lake, that well-beloved ground,
pass on the words that welcome you, in early times or late,
and greet the weary traveller who enters through the gate:
Welcome home.

CHORUS
Current Mood:
excited excited
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When my good friends ask,
what they need weighs heavily.
Rivals on that scale
blow away like feathers, in
cosmic insignificance.
Current Mood:
contemplative contemplative
* * *
H ail, God the Father, Lord of all,
O ur dear Creator, Source of Grace,
D escending to each hearth and hall
I n every near and distant place.
E ternal blessings on our race
C ome forth from thee, who deigns to stay
H ere with us on this joyful day.


R ejoice, for now the Prince of Peace
I s here on earth a human child,
S ecuring thus our souls' release
T o Heaven's grace from dark defiled.
U nfailing Love, who reconciled
S uch needful souls to holy light,
N ow lives on earth both day and night.

A nd unto God the Spirit raise
T he song that blessed angels sing
U nto His everlasting praise:
S ing out and make the heavens ring
E ternal joy in God our King;
S ing sweetly on this holy morn:
T oday our Saviour Christ is born.
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