Midsummer Fantasy Renaissance Faire Adventure 2013


Off on another adventure with Harry, we set off on Friday June 28, 2013- which was after a couple days of steady rain in Central New York and New England. The thruway had even been closed yesterday in parts. Harry took some pics along the way!
 Lots of Flooding as we drove through on our way east, to the Midsummer Fantasy Renaissance Faire in Guilford, CT.


As we stood in a S'barros food line to get coffee, we started talking with a gregarious young lady in line behind us. Come to find out, she was an opera Singer who was also driving between gigs on the NYS Thruway, on the way to Albany from Chicago. She happened to be stopping for a break right then, as we were and we wound up meeting here. After we chatted about her very interesting stage occupation for a bit, we told her we, too, were performers and singers on stage who also wore good costuming! She was fascinated with our occupation as well and wanted to hear lots about it. Hey, Garbaholics and the love of brocade, Unite!
Found our way to the faire, for our very first time in, sight unseen for us. We stopped in to walk the grounds the day before. It’s a newish small cute faire, and we got a tour from Chad, a nice fellow, who’s alter ego is Captain Tactless, a bawdy performer who indeed lived up to his faire name when we saw his act the following day.

Now that we knew where we were going, we went to find our Hotel…and then the Hot tub…and then bed.

Faire dawned bright and partly sunny the following day,


"Black-Hearted Jenny" was actually very nice and kind and had a nice visit or two between her sets...

The opening morning meeting was fun with our Faire Director, Daniel Greenwolf giving folks a warm feeling of team spirit, kindred silliness and direction.

Saw friends, Granny Gruesome (Glee Violet),
We love Granny and her "whatsit" Rosco! Don't we, Harry?


Jay & Abby Michaels- our best buds- we play together often and we are all going to try to work on a joint CD together soon!

We also saw some familiar and fun vendors, and also some Mischievites from other faires who came to find us at this faire too!

Harry and I stopped at a card reader’s booth to give them a song, and found out that she’s published four of her own books already! She looked SOOO familiar.....

Catherine Kane's books~ 

We chatted informatively and connected with her on the subject of writing and publishing, as I'm floundering trying to get the time to finish mine and slog through the mire of publishing world.. I liked her so much I got myself a gift of a Palm Reading from her. While I read cards, pendulums and people, she reads palms and I Ching. I’ve dabbled in Palm Reading but it can be very complicated. So I sat down and stretched out my hand.  Heard some very interesting things.

“Are you Empathic?” she asked me. “

“Yes. I’m finally just coming to terms with it lately.” I said
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“I can see that with this Girdle of Venus circle. Shows you’ve shut down the gift as it’s not a complete circle."

"Yes. There was someone in my life who told me that my hunches and vibes were all crap. They weren't. He was just protecting himself and hiding his lies. I've also made some mistakes in my life by calling people on the carpet for what their inner thoughts were and it hasn't always been pretty. So I've told myself to stop listening. I'm done with that now. I'm listening fully to my intuition. I'm trying to work on my shields."

She said, "I can see that, You definately have the Gift.  I also see that you have a rare sign of "The Changeling." Not many people have this sign. Do you ever feel lonely or not a part of the family that you are in? Like "You are "IN" a family, but not “OF” the family?  Do you ever feel like you don’t really belong?”

“Often. I love them dearly, but I’m really not like them. I seem to be from a different planet."
She said, “You are a square peg. That’s not a bad thing. It’s just that you need a square hole, not a round one, is all. ”

Interesting. She also asked me this and prefaced it first:
“Do you want to know how long you will live? I ask this because some people don’t want to know. It’s up to you if I tell you or not.”

I said, “I know already. I’ve already seen it by the extreme length of my life line. I’m gonna be ancient. It stretches round the back of my hand.”

“Yes.” She smiled.... “Probably about 101, 104, 110 or so…..” and she went on… 

I was amused and enjoyed it a lot, while Harry sat in on it with me for fun and to help me remember all of it.
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Then we went across the way, and had an interesting experience with a Dryad in an Elderberry Tree.. 

 A most lovely place to play, magickal indeed!
This sign says: "Resident Groundhog is sleeping. Do not disturb."
(Which is the spot where gophers live and they didn't move them.)

This flower selling fairy lady danced to our songs....she was sweet and her wings were beautiful!
It's always awesome to see folks dress in fantasy garb, and even the wee ones got involved, thanks to some great Rennie parents!

Our friend Abby stopped by and played flute with us. We played for a handicapped baby and her grandmother for quite awhile. All the while these magick happenings occurred all around us, the Elderberry tree kept pinging us with berries! It kept beaning us on the heads repeatedly with berries, and also staining Harry’s hat and my drum that were left on the ground. Unbeknownst to me, till I later researched this tree, the medicine made from the berries is good, but the raw berries  can make you sick and the symbolism of an Elderberry can sometimes mean bad luck. Which we found out for it was right after this, we realized that we were late to an unscheduled pub set!  We were mesmerized singing to the baby, under the Elderberry tree and lost track of time.   

 Had a fun short set and watched the next act.
I enjoyed meeting the Pub Mistress, Carli!

 Here is their bar at their *21 & Over* Pub called "The Flippin' Bird"
I love the name!

Later on, I went to climb the hill, and I went too fast and over did it.... and I ended up "popping something" in the back of my knee. Yikes! Dammit. I'm not invincible! (Who knew? :)
Merlyn enters Gimp City again for awhile..... Slow and steady does win the race. But the turtle was in occasional pain. I mucked in with ice.

Damn Elderberries.. I won't stand under the canopy of one again. Next to it, yes, it IS a magickal tree. Under it...NO. Magic is amazing. (I probably should've asked it if I could play under it, and thanked it when I was done, in retrospect....)

But then the weather changed for the better. We did a couple of awesome sets after that, and then sat and played for some folks, one of which was another performer at the faire named “Katie Kat”.

She is an opera singer, but doing sets at the faire! She’d just finished her Masters degree in Opera Singing. And she was working here and doing some storytelling with song! What a voice!
We talked with her for quite awhile and mused that we’d also just met another opera singer the day before! Ah Serendipity! How interesting. Two opera singers in the same two days. We played “Katie Sings” for her and she welled up and almost cried. She chatted about her final recital for her Masters and had included a beautiful and sad song written from letters. I was reminded about the same subject in a song, so we also played "Killkelly, Ireland" for her. She loved it. She said that she had another friend opera singer of hers come to play with her at faire who said, “Faire is awesome but so difficult! An opera is only 3 hours and you do a show about 3 times a week. At Faire, you sing constantly and do 10-11 hour days back to back! It is wonderful but so rugged!” She loved it but stated, “it’s a totally different hearty pace that’s for sure!”

It’s good to know that even with a gimpy leg and back, we are still rugged warriors here as performers.
And, hey! "Rugged" by Opera Singer standards is impressive!! Katie did the classic piece of Italian opera that is known as “The Meow Song.” She rocked it.
Harry and I played “Pastime for Good Company” for Pubsing and then I gimped carefully out the gate and to Harry and Home Sweet home to the hotel on Saturday night.

When we got there, we found out that party animals had nested next door to us in room 300. First there was laughter and a dog barking.  (A dog? Oh man…) Then after their guests left, the couple in that room next door to us started to fight. A pretty much steady hostile stream of “fuck you” and “fuck this” and “fuck your mother” and terms of endearment came forth between them.
Harry and I were so tired, we laid down and crashed and burned after the long faire day.

Next thing I knew, I was waking up in agony! 

What? How can this be? Well, I never realized fully how the sound of someone having a humongous leg cramp must’ve sounded like an incredible orgasm to the people next door here in the Howard Johnson’s!
You see, I, was awakened by a very rare and INTENSE leg cramp. Evidently, my leg and back stress had conspired, to rear its ugly head as I slept. My right calf had knotted itself into a Granny Double Clover Hitch!  I writhed on the bed and cried out in pain, instantly waking both me and Harry out of a dead sleep.

It went something like this:

1 am. All’s quiet in Room 302. Occupants, Merlyn & Harry are snuggled and snoring peacefully.

Merlyn wakens with spasm of pain.
Merlyn: “Aahahhaaaaaaaaaa! Oh my God! Oh My God!! HARRY! (pant pant pant) AaaaEEEEEE!! Oh. My. GOOOOOOOOOD!!!!”

(Harry intervenes with his helpful advice)
Harry: “Pull your toes up! Straighten your leg out! Honey, DO IT NOW! Move your leg!”

Merlyn: “OOOOOOh Harry! Oh shit! Oh fuck!!!

(Merlyn’s pants reduced to a pitiful heartfelt sobbing)

Harry: “That’s it. Pull it! Pull it! Pull It!! Honey, PUUULLLL IT!!!

Yah. It sounded like a major orgasm. I would’ve happily traded for one at that point.  After the spasm finally subsided, Harry and I lay there panting in a post stressful repose and then started laughing how it must ’ve sounded to the neighbors. All of a sudden it was then I remembered Cheech and Chong's skit.You know the one in “Up in Smoke” where Chong is having a leg cramp in the van, but everyone thinks he’s having tremendous sex with that hippy chick? 
Chong must’ve had this happen for real and that’s why he wrote that skit. 
Click this link for a laugh at our expense :) It was pretty similar to Chong......


Yah. It was almost exactly like the way Chong reacted. He must've really lived through one of those fuckers. Harry and I laughed like hell AFTER it was over. :)

It was then as we lay there recovering from the post-leg cramp event, that we realized that the neighbors were still fighting and now had gotten worse. Maybe my leg cramp "orgasm" made them feel even shittier as they were not banging, but fighting still?

Harry was forced (by Merlyn) to finally call the front desk and asked for Security to go intervene. They did.
Neighbors finally quieted down at 2am.
How’ere, they must’ve been inspired to kiss and make up and a romp ensued over there. We know, because we heard them through the thin walls. At 3am Harry and I were treated to an encore of the next door lady cooing to some wondrous fantasy and good rudgering.  
 I burst out laughing when I heard her final creshendo, and then they were suddenly aware that we heard them lost in their bliss!
Harry and I wanted to clap for their makeup sex... and so that we could all finally get some goddam sleep.
How’ere, 15 minutes after the mystery lady in Room 300 moaned, she and he started fighting again.
“Fer fuck’s sake lady, get a  new boyfriend” I wanted to pound on the wall. "Just because he can bang great at 3am doesn't mean he's a keeper."
Harry said “Don’t bother. We'll get even.”
We set the alarm and then when we woke up at 8am, we blasted the sound on the TV news.
Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it, Room 300?
Back to faire for Sunday and we hoped that the weather would hold. We had a lot of fun when a family sat down in our audience, who had a little Down’s girl. We changed the next song to a kid’s song and got the little girl to participate making animal sounds. We also got our whole audience to support her. Yes, that means we got grown up adults to make animal noises. It was awesome
Had pints with Inger & Harald Inning. How nice to be able to visit for a few minutes and make them laugh. So awesome to see them happy and smiling!

Next, joining us for pints in the pub, was the cute and fun act, "The Graces"  after their bawdy set. We've known them from Silver Kingdom faire.
Harry took this pic. It' adorable.
But then I said, "Harry! GIVE ME the camera! I have a great shot!"

 I HAD to take this candid shot, with the guy behind them holding his sword hilt.
Isn’t this an awesome Fun PIC???
I think it should be their next album cover!
I have an even better one I'm sending them!

Finished off Pubsing with playing Celtic Circle Dance with Jay & Abby –our new friend, the Pubmistress was able to catch it on video! You can find it on Facebook now. (I'm trying to get the link and will put it here if I get it.)

All in all, we had a great time, good feedback from the faire and they said they want us back next year.
Harry and I treated ourselves to a good dinner at The Athenian Diner. Pasta and salad and some good conversations about out day. A lovely time.

And bonus.....Mmmmmmm.....leftovers make great hotel breakfasts, don’t they Harry?

I couldn't resist taking this cutie pic of Harry. I said, "Don't worry, you are "covered strategically" even if you are naked."

My cute chubby hubby said:

"I'm not naked. I have my socks on."

:)


Silver Kingdom Diaries~ A Fair Faire Weekend!


Saturday, June 15, 2013

A pretty good night's sleep because of the cool night there were no mosquitos. YAY for snuggle weather!
Did my cards again this morning, and was graced with a lovely miracle! A dragonfly who had been frequenting my deck and was curious....actually landed right on my cards. What a lovely Omen!


We are here for our 8th year at the Silver Kingdom Faire in Charlton MA. It is a small faire, but one that has a LOT of heart. The participants and owners really put a lot into this event. It takes place at an old horse farm, and the barn itself was turned into a tavern years ago. There is a lot of excellent entertainment here and it is a secret treasure. My only wish is that more people knew about it and would frequent it for the vendors.

There are great entertainers here! Harry and I met Jay and Abby Michaels here (otherwise known as "The Harper and The Minstrel") at both our first weekend here in 2006. We've been best buds ever since! The four of us SO enjoy playing together and this is one of the faires that we both do and can join up at sets sometimes. They are excellent musicians and very talented.
This is a pic of us playing together there last year!
We all LOVE to play music with each other.

Also here is Granny Gruesome (a fun matronly singing zombie) with her clever songs and wit and humor! Phoenix Swords for skits, Myschieff Managed (a fun and clever acapella group), and the faire's Bardic Circle (a group of singing friends) and The Graces (a bawdy female duo for your randy pleasure) and Buzzards Bay Buccaneers for some fun instrumental jigs and reels!
 
Squishy footwear, fun patrons, an absolutely PERFECT Faire weekend was had! The weather was awesome, mild, sunny, pleasant with a most delicious breeze. A most enjoyable day of music, food, fun and rennies. We wandered the grounds between our four sets, visiting and singing for vendors and patrons.
I got a couple of gorgeous necklaces at this booth, and I made Harry try on some of the crowns that this one vendor made!
He looks great, don't you think??

Oh, I say...how droll.
It's Good to be King, isn't it Harry?

We played a lot of songs in the lanes, that we haven’t played in awhile, just for fun.
Dragging out some of our old repertoire is always enjoyable.


Now, with this next story, I have to start by saying that recently, I posted on Facebook that I wished to have some photos done of me (tastefully done nude photos) out in nature, someday soon.
Just for fun.
Hey, I'm still a babe!
A fifty-three year old babe...
regardless....
but still a babe.
I feel it's much like that movie "Calendar Girls" from Britain where all the old ladies got together to do a nude calendar instead of a bake sale to raise money for cancer awareness. (They made a lot of money too and felt awesome about themselves as old babes!)
Check out the movie if you haven't! As a matter of fact, I think I'd like to see it again sometime...
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0337909/

I got offers of photographers and much support was given to me for this 53 year old’s wild hair project.
One Facebook friend and faire patron fellow joked to me online that....

"A scarf placed strategically just so, here or there, might be the ticket.”

 He then emailed me and said that he’d bring some scarves to the faire today, for a lark for me, to chose from. Well, damned if he didn't show up and brought a bunch of lovely silk scarves from Japan for me to choose from! As a GIFT! How sweet!This one scarf called out to me and he and I both agreed that the colors were especially nice. I'm thinking of draping it in the sunshine sometime...
I think this one is beauteous, don’t you think so too?


Then another Facebook Artist friend saw and loved this pic that Harry took of me-
(I was just goofing around with my new scarf.....)

And that picture inspired her to paint this fun painting!
How kewl is that?
How awesome and inspiring right back at me!

(If you like  and want some of Susan Snow Violets's work for your very own... find more at her website!  artbyssnow.fineartamerica.com

She makes me feel like getting out my paints again too...

Anyways, in the evening after the faire day ended, we sat with Jay and Abby (The Harper & The Minstrel) on our “porch” and had drinks and nibbles of: smoked oysters, sardines, crackers, fresh cheese curds and a great visit. We then cut across fields and brought some food to kick in to the “pot luck” that was going on over at the Faire tavern after hours. Delicious food, some randy stories and subsequent laughter, and then Harry and I jumped into a shower. Nothing like a hot shower to really make you feel human again.

Walked back through the fields with Jay and Harry and parted ways under a “Half Moon Cookie”- Moon in the sky. A most beautiful first quarter new moon.


Sunday, June 16, 2013

Yes, there’s a bird in our building. It answered my phone's wake up alarm with some trills and that’s when we saw the nest. As long as it stays in its nest in my room, I’m all good.
There was a new Pirate Ship there and the group did excellent Black Powder demonstrations and blew off said weapons periodically. They had everything from Wheelock Pistols (before the flintlock), original Flintlocks, Blunderbuss, original Chinese Boomsticks, small canons and early hand grenades. They were very knowledgeable and added a lot of fun and boom for the money! We got a bang out of them! :)





Also new this year was Jousting! There was a small jousting troupe and the crowd really liked it! They were pretty good and did breakaway lances (which is always spectacular when they explode on impact!)

The faire was wonderful indeed and we are always happy to be here. Every year I wonder if it will be the last one, and every following year I'm amazed that it's still plugging along. Such wonderful people! Such creativity and dedication!

We hope that you can go next year!

We finished our faire weekend with hugs and kisses, and then treated ourselves to our annual repast at Zorba's Greek Restaurant with Jay and Abby. I ate some amazing Seafood and devoured a Greek salad and washed it down with coffee and Baklava to go....

Harry and I then drove home for 5 hours and got in to our home at 1am to a happy Monty and waiting Nick and Alyssa and drinks and relaxed before bed.

Life is good.

Actually, Life is pretty FAIRE. :)

Ren Faire Diaries~ Checking in



Travel Log to Silver Kingdom 2013

Stopped into the Thruway rest stop for coffee, gimped out of our car and creaked to a full standing position….stretched out and when I walked in, I was heading straight for the Ladies Room. Then I saw a woman coming out of the men’s room, who was obviously in some alias. A man in a woman’s wig, skirt and awkward heels, almost looked like he was either (in my imaginative mind) in a witness protection program, was hiding from the mob, or was up to something. He didn’t seem like a real transvestite to me. His vibe was way different, like he was incognito.  He, however, was the first of several interesting cross dressing men that I saw over this weekend. That, in itself is an interesting phenomenon.I wonder why?

Speaking of vibes, I’m reading aloud yet another book to Harry on the trip. I’m reading my current fascinating choice, “The Lightworker’s Way” by Doreen Virtue.

So we’ve been on another dimensional mind set all the way here. Interesting indeed. Like how to better listen to your Intuition, read people,  and talk to dead people kind of stuff,  and how to better your psychic readings. We’ve already established that my psychic abilities are Clairvoyance and Clairsentinence. Harry’s is also Clairvoyance and also Clairaudient. SO we’ve been comparing notes.
Like for instance some fun we had was that we took our time and went on a relaxed pace here…didn’t really watch the clock. I asked Harry “what time do you imagine we will get there?”
He said, “5 o’clock.”
So we traveled along, and stopped and got gas, I read, we pondered, he drove some more, we stopped and watered…and then we pulled into the Faire and it was exactly…..5 o’clock. On the button, driving into the faire driveway. Kewl.

Saw the faire director and he told us we had our pick of some of the cabins down on the lower shire. So we drove down there. After all the rain that the area had in the last few days, the jousting field is wet and the path to our site is “sog-trodden” (Merlyn’s new word).

Hopefully, it will be dry by the morrow....


We stop at the first cabin…. I open the door and I see a quaint, nice, clean little trailer, swept out with care….And den?

Instantly In front of me about 1 foot away is a writhing, wiggly, SNAKE!
It shoots right past me and writhes RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.  
 It’s at least a yard long, and I’m guessing (and hoping) it’s a stripey garter snake. Who is now only inches from me in the cabin.

IN THE CABIN!!!!
(Insert blood curdling scream and some sort of an Epileptic style seizure from Merlyn on the threshold)
OH HELL NO.
But that’s not what I said.
I said something more like
“GAAAAAAAAAAAAKKK!"
And then I kept murmuring to myself for awhile longer…. “oh fuck no…no…no…no.”

Yes, friends, that’s the Universe’s “Sign” for Merlyn to NOT sleep in THIS cabin. While the snake symbolism translates to being lucky for “Transformation and “Fertility” and “Guardian”, there is absolutely no fucking way I’m ever going to feel any easy living in THAT particular space. EVER. It has been tainted in my phobic mind's eye.. Can you actually imagine me walking across the floor at night in dark just thinking of it? That image was hard to dispel.
Even though the snake is long gone (I probably scared him too with my scream)....his image still lingers in my mind.

We look over the other options  and aren’t quite ready to take them on for various reasons. The one we settle on is a Tudor style LARP shed that is made for LARPing battles and  Zombie attacks.


We move in for the weekend.



Open eves, no lock, no screens, and the floor has slats in it. A bonus point here is that there is a ladder in it for going up to the loft. (as you know,  most folklore and info says that zombies can’t climb stairs. Having an untouchable getaway safe ground is a bonus point in my opinion.)

 But still you could also sleep in this building. And so we planned to, and Harald, the faire director helped us by dragging some of the bed frames from another cabin over and making it our house. We did that instead of staying in the snake pit or other dicey choices.

Yes, I know, there are slats between the floorboards of which you can see the ground under it about 6 “ away… No there aren’t any screens, but hopefully we won’t get eaten alive by bugs. Yes, there are open eaves but hopefully there won’t be any bats or bird friends visiting. Nor are there any locks. I post an Angel at each door.

I maneuver the twin wire cot frames together and strategically place them a bit away from any wall (no unwanted guests please).

We do have a “porch” though and it will be a good spot for eating, practice and feeling at home.  




 Hmmmmm.....


I crawled in my sleeping bag and snuggled in next to Harry. I am most thankful we brought a potty with us, cuz there’s no gdamn way in hell I’m walking across a wet field of soggy grass with possible snakes and zombies, in the dark, in my jammies, to a porta-john at 3am.

I mean, how much more like Zombie Land can you get for a possible scenario?

How’ere, I WILL be brave enough to traipse across the room with my lantern in a Tudor Zombie shed, and I will also hope that the snake that is in the cabin across the lawn, doesn’t decide to come visit us here in LARPland. There are cracks in our floor and I can see the earth underneath and am hoping for no more surprises in the way of snakes.

Or possible bats.

While I appreciate these awesome creatures....they both freak me out about the same.
They are unpredictable, quiet and surprising.
And wiggly.
Very wiggly.
I close my eyes and dream of a bright, dry, sunny and fun Faire day tomorrow.....

It sure is beautiful here tho.....


An Old Fashioned Small Town Parade!

"Well I was born in a small town
And I live in a small town
Prob'ly die in a small town
Oh, those small - communities..."
~ John Mellancamp

I love living in a small town. Oh, I hated growing up in one....but when I was older, I found the benefit of it and wanted to raise my children in one.

I thought I'd show you the parade in my small town, this last Memorial Day. You don't see stuff like this everyday :)





















Yes, John Mellencamp knew what he was talking about.... :)
 

"Educated in a small town
Taught to fear Jesus in a small town
Used to daydream in that small town
Another born romantic that's me

But I've seen it all in a small town
Had myself a ball in a small town


No I cannot forget where it is that I come from
I cannot forget the people who love me
Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town
And people let me be just what I want to be

Got nothing against a big town
Still hayseed enough to say
Look who's in the big town
But my bed is in a small town
Oh, that's good enough for me

Well I was born in a small town
And I can breathe in a small town
Gonna die in a small town
Ah, that's prob'ly where they'll bury me"