Walking In A Hippie Wonderland

For the Easter holiday, we took the kids to a renaissance faire, which is exactly like the renaissance, if it had been exclusively populated by hippie wizards and the occasional elf.

 

The kids had a great time and enjoyed the music and middle-eastern food. It also gave us the chance to shop for their dad's Walpurgis-birthday.

(and to buy this lovely green nd rust colored silk for myself.)

The youngest enjoyed the faery courtyard and the jousting especially. He made us play pretend jousting for the rest of the day.

All in all it was a happy, if non-traditional, holiday.

Now it's time to get ready for Walpurgisnacht and then, I think, to finally write my post about the Sad Cheese Sandwich (see number 8 here) Like so many things lately, seven years of waiting seems long enough.

The Externalization of Obsessive Thought

Memories flicker like sheet lightning in the distance. A transient smile, the sound of car tires on a wet road, a man's shout.

They are all far away now.