terribleturnip (terribleturnip) wrote,
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terribleturnip

Because you can't just go cold turkey...

Well, I can't, at least. I tried that three years ago -- coming off of Virginia Faire, my first weekend off...nothing scheduled...Yay!

It was the worst weekend ever. Baby needs structure. And she sure doesn't know how to handle free time. Sleeping in isn't really an option for me -- with the dogs needing to go out and the heavy-footed cats sniffing "Hey, whatcha doing? You dead? It's time to pet meeeee...." wandering up and down my torso, randomly stepping on my femoral artery, causing little mini-cardiac events.

I wasted the whole weekend, torn between all of the things I wanted to be doing, needed to be doing, should've been doing...essentially got NOTHING done and stressed out about it for two days.



and Celtic Fling came to the rescue and provided me a haven where I could once again, pack all my stuff, dress up, go to an event, on a schedule...but I didn't HAVE to talk funny/be in character if I didn't want to, didn't have to be sober, and most importantly, wasn't in charge of anything.

But this year, it fell one weekend later. Augh! So I got myself signed up for a gig where I could...dress up, okay, and talk funny, okay and be sober (after Friday night, tho', really, that wasn't a burden)...but the only thing I was in charge of was filling up the drink pitchers and making sure the patrons didn't make off with the loot. Plus, I didn't have to show up until 10 and could leave at 4.

It would have been great if I hadn't had one of the worst hangovers in quite some time. (Oddly enough, some of the same people were involved the LAST time I felt like this. Although this time no one was dressed up as a pig. But there was a monkey. And a donut.)

But yesterday, finally, was me-time. When all we had to do was totally reconfigure all of the stuff in the basement to make room for the contents of the Halloween room, which is going to be demolished to make way for the screened in porch. The Halloween room (aka, the Giant Closet) is an unfinished (read: no air conditioning) room that used to be a workshop that got attached (poorly, thus the collapsing room and resultant rot and those funny stains on the dining room wall) and a normal person would have turned it into a family room, but the STBX and I, being procrastinators, unable to decide on a plan, and unable to throw things out, turned into an on-premises storage facility. Ten years of accumulated detritus, catering equipment and the bulk of the Scary Perry props. All of which need to be sandwiched into a little 12x12 room in the basement. Or be thrown out.

So, another hot, sweaty day, making decisions -- step two of easing out of faire -- but not needing to wear anything but t-shirt and shorts. And nobody whining. Well, except for me and the four flies that were trapped in there with me. Fly noise freaks me out. Sigh.

But I got to finish it by having friends over for dinner -- and while that meant cleaning up, cooking, cleaning up...still, it was relaxing. Well, as relaxed as I get and still have clothes on...

Heck, I might even dress out mundane for Celtic Fling...
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