No More Middles

The middle kitties -- shown in the March 25 blog -- have gone to a new foster home. I must hang my head in shame: they had ear mites, fleas, and worms ... With 12 kitties in the house, and Faire and school, I just hadn't taken serious care of health needs. Now we have the 4 "littles" in the bathroom and the 4 "big uns" in the bedroom ... well, Skittles -- my eldest tom -- doesn't always stay in the bedroom. Bojangles may be a neutered tom, but he still wants to beat up the competition. It's a tomcat testosterone thing ... UIL for Sunset went as smoothly as expected ... some kids didn't show up, so we had to substitute one for another. Luckily, Doc had signed plenty of sheets. We did make alternate in 1 speech event and placed 6th in two journalism events. When you're up against the big powerhouses of Jesuit and Townview, it's tough to break into the top 3. Mrs. B has decided to lobby for more administrative support to encourage (ie, forcibly persuade) the faculty who teach the highly academic and talented few to participate in UIL ... Scholarship money and resume tags for college apps are at stake. Last weekend was a dreadfully slow Faire day. I arrived late on Saturday night -- after learning that the middle kittens had gone to a new foster home. The weather felt warm; June bugs buzzed anyone near the light ... but in the middle of the night the cold front came through. We woke to gray and drizzling skies. We've seen more first timers, but you could tell that many had no idea what a Renaissance faire meant ... Worse (for merchants), many had closed their pocket books. Bummer ... we made the same amount of the 1st Saturday as we did all weekend. Sigh! It's the odds, you know ... Very few weekends, even in the better economic times, crack the $200 mark. But we can try! This weekend has the masked ball, so we hope that the ladies (and gents, too) will be in the market for some added bling to their ball gowns and fancy dress. I'm not sure whether to smile or shake my head when people praise the Faire newsletter. I put it together in about 30 minutes -- it takes longer to gather the news! But it does put information into everyone's hands ... The Faire grapevine was notoriously unreliable when you wanted to get the word out; gossip flies, but the truth limps ... Considering that Sara had foot surgery this year and zips around on a scooter AND I bunged up my left leg and knee so I limp, the old saying is true!! The bum knee doesn't stop me from going to ballet class, although the 12-year-old does much better relevees than I do ... Tonight my knee is reminding me that the physicists say that a human being shouldn't be able to do pirourettes; I did -- and at over 1/2 century I do rather well ... most of the time!