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I spent much of Saturday morning oversleeping (staying up ’til 2am talking with Jason will do that to me) and then taking Amber to the annual Children’s Fair. It’s part community outreach, part fair (games and prizes), part juvenile chaos. She performed as part of an after-school arts program she’s involved in (Mexican folkloric dance, complete with traditional dresses), then we did the rounds at fair for three hours.
Amber played in one of the bounce castles. We fed goats and a llama and a zebra. Played some of the half-assed carnival-type games that events like these have (that end up being fun nonetheless). Amber rode a camel with one of her classmate-friends that we bumped into in line. Got some ice cream. And after many repeated pleas from the munchkin, we waited in line for too long so she could ride the kiddie train - a noisy, fume-belching primary color procession of buckets named Charley the Choo Choo (which was a bit spooky, halfway through The Waste Lands as I am). A lot of fun, but very, very tiring.
While this was going on, the shop was playing host to an all-day Warhammer 40k tournament and speed painting contest. Twelve people, pairing off in each of the three two-hour rounds, playing on boards that are 4′ deep and 6′ wide, meant that the shop was quite crowded on Saturday. And since I’ve found that I don’t actually like Warhammer nearly as much as I want to, I ended up playing register monkey upon my return from the fair.
I was okay for a few hours more, but by the time darkness had arrived, my fatigue was dancing about me, counting coup by smacking me into a sleepy submission. When J offered to let me head home a bit early, I happily accepted.
Yesterday ended up being a strange sort of mostly non-activity day, most of which was spent crafting characters for Steve’s new Forgotten Realms game.
An hour or two into the process, it started raining heavily and didn’t let up for many hours. When the raindrops started coming down - this was a real rainstorm, not one of those mamby-pamby drizzlings that usually pass for rainstorms here - I was one of the first out the door to luxuriate in it all. Steve, still missing living in Seattle terribly, was right behind me, and was trailed by several other folks. J snarked, accurately so, that only in Hell would rain empty a room of people wanting to go see and feel it.