A seething mass of turgid drama.

We went to Mists Coronet yesterday. We had a pretty good time, mostly sitting and socializing. The wife helped judge the arts competitions, so that was helpful.

I stepped up as Principality exchequer, and I was glad to see that the office medallion had not gotten lost. The then-Prince (2017ish?) thought the office needed more bling and made this. It's a 3" heater shield with a dollar sign, on a heavy ring chain. It is the bling-iest exchequer medallion possible, completely non-period and obnoxious like a rapper medallion, and I love it. I may not wear it again until I step down, but it tickles my sense of humor. The job stuff for the day went pretty easily.

The rest of the Company was dining onsite, but we did not feel inspired and planned to bugger out instead. We stayed in a local hotel overnight because I had to attend the officers' meeting Sunday morning - which ended up getting rescheduled for a Zoom call due to incoming rain. It was getting very cold and windy, so after helping our hosts break down their sunshade we were happy that we weren't staying. We drove to the hotel, changed, and ended up at a local Mexican restaurant for dinner. Pretty good birria tacos.

We took our time leaving Sunday since we didn't have any obligations. We were still pretty drained and honestly, I am glad we didn't have to make the two-hour drive home Saturday night.

We went to Investiture yesterday. It was good seeing people we hadn't connected with as much recently. The site was small (apparently the church double-booked, and we got moved) but worked okay. It was significantly colder than we expected; I was glad I wore a felted wool hat, but the linen outfit was insufficient.

I sat with gate recon as I volunteered to take Principality Exchequer next year. I'm not actually insane; it's been five years since I stepped down from Kingdom, and Principality is a lot less work. I expect I will spend a more time at first getting everything humming along the way I like it, but that's okay. It's not that the current exchequer is doing a bad job, but I will be making some changes for efficiency and also based on how my brain works. (Spreadsheets and Google Sheets are my friend.)

The outgoing royalty started a new order, called the Keystone. Named for the arch piece that keeps everything in place. It is given to greater officers when they step down, and they call up all the members when they are giving a new one. Of course that number is small right now, but in coming years it will be impressive. This is exactly the sort of appreciation that punches far above its weight in recognition. I made sure to tell both of them as a former and future officer how much I loved the idea. Also, the incomings gave their officers coins. Again, that small token means a lot for what is often unappreciated work.

The handyman did a good job putting up the scrolls. It was a good thing we had our giant uneven folding ladder for the stairs (it was an Xmas gift from my dad shortly after we moved in here - eminently practical even if we don't need it very often).

I was telling myself that I had to come up with a class for next year's Culinary Symposium, and nothing was feeling particularly inspiring. I was thinking about adapting a basic fresh sausage recipe to make caul fat-wrapped meatballs, so I glanced through the Charcuterie Doc.

And then I hit a variation on the Herb Omelette Sausage. I did a couple classes on this in previous years so I didn't want to repeat it - but the variant sounded... interesting. And suddenly there went the muse plotting out the recipe and class. I even came up with a decent working class title right away.

Guess I'm doing that one, then.

("He who wants to make a sausage, take bread crumbs and grated cheese and eggs and spices, and put it in a gut, and get a needle and pierce it, and make it boil and cook in water, and then roast it in among the bread, if you like that.")

Our Caidan friend Claudia is in town for the annual Salesfarce convention, and she was free last night. Getting together anywhere close to downtown is a fool's errand this week so the curvy upstairs neighbor suggested our local Fronch bistro, which is pretty good without being too pricy.

We had good chattage and dinner. She is feeling uninspired by the SCA the same way we are. Two data points are not a trend, but.

I am dragging significantly today, which is not due to the one glass of wine I had - perhaps eating an hour later is responsible?

We had planned to go to Mists Coronet next weekend, as a way to get us back into SCA events. Yesterday I realized we had already booked a trip to San Diego for the weekend.
D'oh! I guess we'll go to Investiture in November.

Saturday, instead of being social at threadwalker's pool party, we went to see the Tudors exhibit at the Legion. We're members so it didn't cost us anything but we had reserved tickets anyway.

It was amazing. Not huge - it took us about 90 minutes to go through at a detailed clip - but a good cross-section of stuff. The Holbein portrait of Henry! The Scrots young Elizabeth portrait, and the Hilliard pelican portrait! Bling! One of Henry's sets of tournament armor! Books! A cope!

Yeah. We geeked out, even if our preferred era is a few hundred years earlier. Anyone even semi-local with an interest needs to catch this.

We thought about going somewhere for a late lunch, but it was a beautiful Saturday and every place we thought of was quite busy.

As I wrote elsewhere, I was saddened to hear that Emma FitzWilliam died. We weren't close, but we were good friends going back to the '90s. We were on court for their last Western reign.

I will miss hearing her distinctive giggle.

It had been a long time since we went to an SCA event - Twelfth Night 2020 in fact. Significantly longer since we camped; during my exchequer tenure (drink!) we mostly stayed in a hotel, because I didn't really have the bandwidth to deal with setting up and breaking down. Or the time, since I spent much of the event running around doing the job. I'm not actually sure what event we camped last. Maybe West-An Tir 2018?
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Tired today - I could have used a vacation day to recover from my vacation. It was good though.

I dreamt that we were at a 12th Night-like SCA event at a hotel. We had brought Miss Beatrice and she had gotten loose. We were frantically running around the hotel trying to find her.

So when Miss Bea jumped up onto the bed and woke me from the dream, she got extra pets.

The West Coast Culinary Symposium, due to happen end of April, was postponed last week. That was the responsible thing to do. Now they've cancelled it for the year and will be taking the West's 2021 spot instead. Even assuming that we're back to normal in, say, a couple months - SCA calendars are already full. So this is probably the best way to handle it.

I am disappointed (but also a bit relieved). It does mean the wife and I have some thinking to do; we had planned to visit StarWarsLand for the first time afterwards, with Artos & Saeunn as our friendly native guides. Our tickets are good through 12/31. We had planned a Europe trip (probably Italy) in the fall for our 20th anniversary, but hadn't gotten as far as schedules and tickets. Do we want to punt that to 2021 as well? If so, do we then want to plan a SoCal trip in the fall so we're making at least one trip for our anniversary?

Thinky thoughts will happen. Of course, there's no real urgency - but if we're going to try to get our money back from the Mouse, it's probably better to try while we're still in lockdown.