bloodsong1 | What, you want a weekend post?

Well, there are friends in here that weren't there, so let's see if I can summarize effectively.

There was Goat Drama Friday. Fortunately it worked itself out. After I had a minor meltdown and we found a cooler that would hold it and we got really, really lost and had to take a backroads tour past free range chickens that I did everything but honk at to get them to clear the road. Stupid chickens.

Friday night was long but productive. Goat was bagged for marinade and stuffed into the cooler w/lots of ice and lots of marinade. We also got bombed by the bugs, which Wolf declared to be imported from Maine. This would be the theme of the weekend. Maine Mosquitos.

Saturday I was up by 7:30, despite not going to bed until after midnight. This would be my routine for the entire weekend, very frustrating. People started showing up around 9 am. I got Barb her coffee a little after 9. By 11 am I was helping tote poles and tarps for the Temple and working up the mental oomph to dig the fire pit. That took a lot of time and oomph. Thankfully, I had more help, as even more people had shown up, huzzah.

Saturday evening was Pooh's Initiation. Wolf and I had parts, and thankfully the children were exhausted, so I could put them to bed and not worry about it. I had staked out my stations earlier in the day, and scrapped the entire route when I realized how bloody dark the woods can be after sunset. It worked out and it was beautiful and I now have a need satisfied, which pleases me greatly.

More later. Concert!

EDIT:

After ritual it was Getting Drunk Time. Meg's trophy wife had sent her along with citrine vodka and a twelve pack of UFO beer. I stole a raspberry (that still hasn't been consumed) and took a healthy 2-3 shots of vodka, which I cut with Barb's most excellent lemonade.

I was numbed-tongue drunk after that. I did take another shot or so, with lemonade, but I was being watched closely by Rob, my digging partner, and Meg, and they agreed between them to take my booze away when I showed signs of tipping sideways and fobbed water on me, which I did drink. Not long after that Wolf collected me to pour me into bed. I managed to stagger gracefully into the kitchen, to run into His Royal Majesty, and informed him I was...was...something that starts with "In" and wasn't Incapacitated, which is what I was trying to say, when asked something about the kiddos. He mentioned it again Sunday, but nope, what I said is gone, gone gone.

Sunday started too damn early and I was promptly sucked into a very good book, Lillith, Snake in the Grass, Book 1 of the Warden Diamond Chronicles or something like that. I read the WHOLE book over the course of the morning and gave myself burning eyes for the rest of the day. Helping with the Goat Fire only exacerbated my condition, and drops did exactly bumpkis. Alex showed up for Goat Prep (FINALLY!) and he took our super-marinated goat and removed the sweetmeats, sawed off the head, stuffed garlic cloves under the skin and the body cavity with pickled lemons (OMGOOD!! Must find those to eat, omnomnom), onions, ginger and whole oranges. I helped him hold and wrap the goat in banana leaves and foil and lug the thing over to the pit, cover it with stones and dirt and moar FIRE!!

(Wolf, by this point, had been playing fire marshall since we first started the damned thing, and continued to play fire marshall through the roasting process. The smoke did not keep the Maine Mosquitos away, nor did the citronella sticks. Wolf would like to inform everyone that he really did have a lovely time, enjoyed the Initiation very much and it was the godforsaken Main Mosquitos that finally did him in.)

I, meanwhile, had been lured into the house with promises of more tea, a much needed massage and finally being all tied up and left hanging. There are pictures on FetLife, somewhere, if anyone's really, really interested. I'm fully clothed, as there were children around, but the rope was a lovely dark red that contrasted nicely with my green Tshirt and jeans. It was like a very snug swing, which, when I started doing that clover leaf swing, triggered my motion sickness. Barb was a sweetheart and hand-fed me crystalized ginger, which I now keep on in my purse at all times, for just such reasons.

There were S'mores before goat, and after goat Wolf had finally had enough. I got the car packed (IDK forgot his jammie pants in Meg's tent, and thank you again Megfaun, for letting him join you. You rock!), and by 10:30ish we were on the road. We had to go back for the MagnaDoodle (best car toy EVAR!) and I borrowed Meg's Spidey hoodie as Wolf insisted on an icebox car for the drive home. We got home after midnight, put the kids to bed and collapsed.

Monday was spent on the couch.

Tuesday morning I woke up with a great deal of pain in my right foot. So much so that I was limping most of the morning at work. I called Bronco, he gave me a stretch and an ice suggestion, and informed me if the pain continued to creep up my leg, to get myself to the doctor.

Well, today the pain moved from the arch closer to the toes, AND has crept up the leg a bit. Wearing shoes makes it worse, and while the pain levels were less, they did not go away. I think my foot and ankle are a trifle swollen. Not sure what the heck I did, but I see the doc tomorrow at 9:30 am.