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Home Again!
Sep. 18th, 2005 06:10 pmJust got home again after a very pleasant visit with Hob and his wife in Canby, OR.
I spent Friday evening playing Dungeons and Dragons with Hob and his three players: young men between the ages of 17-21. I can't remember the last time I hung out with teenage boys! They were chaotic and funny and smart, and accepted me whole-heartedly. We were all supposed to be playing lawful characters (well, two of them were lawful, and one neutral) but the players themselves were more chaotic than anything. We weren't far into the session before I felt like Princess Leia after her rescue on the Death Star: Put that thing away! You're going to get us all killed! and etc. But it was fun.
Saturday we all slept in, went to an SCA garage sale, and then out to an Oktoberfest, where we walked around the 'fest for a couple of hours, then took a schoolbus out to the abbey and spent time there. The grounds were gorgeous, and very peaceful. I would have been happy to simply sit there and absorb the serenity.
That evening we played the Star Wars version of the board game Life, which I won by a considerable margin. (Most people shouldn't even bother to challenge me in a Star Wars related activity.)
Today, I got home in plenty of time to meet my Mom, aunt and daughter for a performance of Once Upon this Island, a Caribbean version of The Little Mermaid. Not the Disney version, mind you, but the Hans Christian Anderson version in which a young woman allows herself to be destroyed out of love for a man she fell for at first sight and who never truly returns her feelings. (He even takes her as a lover for a few weeks without telling her he's engaged to someone else.) The signing and dancing were terrific, and they managed to take a tragic tale and give it a hopeful ending (the dead-for-love girl is turned into a tree -- not my favorite motif, but they made it work within the context of the story, and there is a promise that the next alliance between a grande homme and a peasant does have a happy ending). I was relieved that my daughter declared that Ti Moun was "a dim bulb" instead of being enchanted with the idea of dying for the love of a jerk.
Since Thursday, I've also had two wonderful telephone conversations with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_storyteller_, someone who I've known only via LJ and a few emails. It was really neat to finally hear his voice and enjoy a conversation, even though our written exchanges have been very rich. I'm looking forward to a visit from him -- and perhaps his lovely wife vsmallgoddess -- later this fall or winter.
Now, unfortunately, I'm not feeling well (I actually got sick at the restaurant after the show), so at the moment I'm looking forward to a quiet evening of catching up on LJ (you folks have been very prolific these last few days!), a hot bath, and early to bed.
I spent Friday evening playing Dungeons and Dragons with Hob and his three players: young men between the ages of 17-21. I can't remember the last time I hung out with teenage boys! They were chaotic and funny and smart, and accepted me whole-heartedly. We were all supposed to be playing lawful characters (well, two of them were lawful, and one neutral) but the players themselves were more chaotic than anything. We weren't far into the session before I felt like Princess Leia after her rescue on the Death Star: Put that thing away! You're going to get us all killed! and etc. But it was fun.
Saturday we all slept in, went to an SCA garage sale, and then out to an Oktoberfest, where we walked around the 'fest for a couple of hours, then took a schoolbus out to the abbey and spent time there. The grounds were gorgeous, and very peaceful. I would have been happy to simply sit there and absorb the serenity.
That evening we played the Star Wars version of the board game Life, which I won by a considerable margin. (Most people shouldn't even bother to challenge me in a Star Wars related activity.)
Today, I got home in plenty of time to meet my Mom, aunt and daughter for a performance of Once Upon this Island, a Caribbean version of The Little Mermaid. Not the Disney version, mind you, but the Hans Christian Anderson version in which a young woman allows herself to be destroyed out of love for a man she fell for at first sight and who never truly returns her feelings. (He even takes her as a lover for a few weeks without telling her he's engaged to someone else.) The signing and dancing were terrific, and they managed to take a tragic tale and give it a hopeful ending (the dead-for-love girl is turned into a tree -- not my favorite motif, but they made it work within the context of the story, and there is a promise that the next alliance between a grande homme and a peasant does have a happy ending). I was relieved that my daughter declared that Ti Moun was "a dim bulb" instead of being enchanted with the idea of dying for the love of a jerk.
Since Thursday, I've also had two wonderful telephone conversations with
_storyteller_, someone who I've known only via LJ and a few emails. It was really neat to finally hear his voice and enjoy a conversation, even though our written exchanges have been very rich. I'm looking forward to a visit from him -- and perhaps his lovely wife vsmallgoddess -- later this fall or winter.Now, unfortunately, I'm not feeling well (I actually got sick at the restaurant after the show), so at the moment I'm looking forward to a quiet evening of catching up on LJ (you folks have been very prolific these last few days!), a hot bath, and early to bed.
