I went to a reenactment over the last 9 or so days and while attendance was down a bit we did very well. Willow thought that was shocking, or maybe she just likes to eat corn on the cob.
these are all the young people 18 and under. the astonishing thing is that I know without a doubt that only one was forced to be there and that one was drug there by his sister.
dad had his retirement party and we roasted him. or rather tied him to his chair and told stories on him.
I spun up some of my jacob fleece into a nice fingering weight. now just to decide what to do with that bit of loveliness.