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Oct. 25th, 2010 10:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reymonkeyHad a pretty awesome birthday, and spent most of the day at the Celtic Festival. I didn't go do the full medieval garb and carry my sword this year, but I did encounter a swordmaker from North Carolina who I want to keep in mind... for someday when I'm rich. Beautiful work though, just breathtaking. What also amuses me is I came home and brought up his website, www.scotiametalwork.com and his ancestral home is Eileen Donan castle, which is the one used in all the Highlander films. He had some nice basket hilt swords, and he custom makes them, which is kind of what I'm left handed, which means ordinary basket hilt weapons are made backwards for me. There's a few out there that can kind of be used either hand, but not the nice ones.
Anyways, it was a good day, I got to do some fencing, and found out I'm really out of shape for it now. :P While we were waiting in line for it, there was a little kid maybe two or three years old who got to fence (The foils are not sharp, and they wear masks), and he was... enthusiastic. We almost got hit ourselves a few times, standing outside the ropes, because he'd back up and swing the foil over his shoulder and take a running charge yelling 'hi-yah!'His name was Charlie, which we know because his father o the sidelines was yelling helpful things, like to be careful how he waved it around near the ropes, and to shake hands with the man and thank him after. It was very cute. But man that kid was spunky. Then later, when I was fencing, they came back. I distinctly heard the man running the fencing thing groaning quietly, 'Oh no, not Charlie again...' LOL Poor guy. I have to admire him for letting kids beat him up with a fencing foil all day.
We had the foster girl with us, who also fenced and proclaimed I'd already shown her how, because I gave her a few pointers on how to hold a broadsword when she was looking at my sword collection, months ago. I tried to explain it wasn't the same thing...
There were also some troubadours and I made the mistake of mentioning Bridgie and I used to sing in the choir, and they made us sing with them. ;)
I can't get low enough anymore for a proper stance.
Alexa looking intimidated.
Alexa and the minstrels.
More pics on my facebook.
Things with my grandmother are... painful, and slow. We've had a heart attack scare that turned out to not actually be a heart attack. The hospital patches her up, sends her back to their nursing facility, who effs things up, and then she ends up back in the hospital again. This has happened several times. Every time I start to breathe again, I get another crisis phone call. She's dying by inches, and it's painful on her and family. Not much I can do...
Anyways, it was a good day, I got to do some fencing, and found out I'm really out of shape for it now. :P While we were waiting in line for it, there was a little kid maybe two or three years old who got to fence (The foils are not sharp, and they wear masks), and he was... enthusiastic. We almost got hit ourselves a few times, standing outside the ropes, because he'd back up and swing the foil over his shoulder and take a running charge yelling 'hi-yah!'His name was Charlie, which we know because his father o the sidelines was yelling helpful things, like to be careful how he waved it around near the ropes, and to shake hands with the man and thank him after. It was very cute. But man that kid was spunky. Then later, when I was fencing, they came back. I distinctly heard the man running the fencing thing groaning quietly, 'Oh no, not Charlie again...' LOL Poor guy. I have to admire him for letting kids beat him up with a fencing foil all day.
We had the foster girl with us, who also fenced and proclaimed I'd already shown her how, because I gave her a few pointers on how to hold a broadsword when she was looking at my sword collection, months ago. I tried to explain it wasn't the same thing...
There were also some troubadours and I made the mistake of mentioning Bridgie and I used to sing in the choir, and they made us sing with them. ;)
I can't get low enough anymore for a proper stance.
Alexa looking intimidated.
Alexa and the minstrels.
More pics on my facebook.
Things with my grandmother are... painful, and slow. We've had a heart attack scare that turned out to not actually be a heart attack. The hospital patches her up, sends her back to their nursing facility, who effs things up, and then she ends up back in the hospital again. This has happened several times. Every time I start to breathe again, I get another crisis phone call. She's dying by inches, and it's painful on her and family. Not much I can do...
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Date: Oct. 26th, 2010 01:15 am (UTC)My grandmother spent years like that; you have my sympathies. *HUGS*