Wit, Wisdom & Wonder

I've been too busy to get online and post lately, so this is a bit of a chronology. Mea culpa.

Friday night was coven Full Moon and I ended up staying to chat with the High Priestess until almost 2 am, which meant I didn't get home until close to 4 am. We both needed to connect in with each other, and as a Night Owl, I'm almost always in the mood for such conversations. Ever notice you have the most intense, intimate conversations in the early hours of the morning? That's why it was worth staying.

Besides, I love to drive in the early morning hours when no one is on the highway. I can watch that bright beautiful moon beaming down on me as I cross over bridges, causeways, rivers, and watch the mountains in the distance growing larger as I approach. Crossing the Deception Pass Bridge is almost part of my Full Moon observances, and if no one is around, I'll stop and get out to watch the moonlight play on the water far, far below the bridge. The rest of the drive is almost entirely in the forest, and trees never look so mysterious as they do with scattered moonlight shining down through their branches.

Getting in just before dawn on Saturday morning at the Renaissance Fair was a bit of a struggle. I'm NOT a morning person, never have been. But we managed to have a fun time of it, though I was a bit disappointed that the SCA folks running the show didn't appear to be the local SCA folks. Makes you wonder what was up with that decision. Josh found some fun decals and a fairly large pentagram that I'm sure can pick up radio signals in Guam. I'm teasing him horribly, but he tells me he likes the substantial weight of it, etc. Well, at least he's wearing it under his shirt.

After that, we ended up over at the PBY Memorial Museum. Now the PBY, for those not into military lore, was the most extensively used seaplane used in World War II and often granted a near mythical status around here. The PBY was the main aircraft in the "1,000 Mile War" up in Alaska, as there was not enough land in the Aleutian Islands for a full runway. The pilots, I'm told, landed on the water, then a boat came out and towed them into the docks, as landing gear did not come on the PBY until later in the war. The Museum is involved in a massive fund raising effort to purchase an old PBY for their Museum, something that would be charming for our little town.

I also heard the legend of the "Golden Goddess", which I'll tell in a separate post, as it deserves the spotlight.

The wonderful old folks running the place are, by and large, old aviators and aviator wives and will keep you there to hear their stories for hours. And though I have every patience for Glory Days stories, at 2 hours (which was longer than we stayed at the Ren Fair) it was past time to go. When a frail woman from Seattle came in the museum asking for directions to the Catholic church, we took the opportunity to lead her there ourselves and take a grateful exit and do a good deed in the process.

Today, Hubby is spending the day sewing his robes in preparation for his Initiation at Samhain. I'm overjoyed for him, and very grateful Hubby already knows how to use a sewing machine. So mainly I'm here for pattern and piecing knowledge, with Tom on the way to regail us with tales of the Mount Vernon Pagan Pride Day (which I avoided at ALL costs) and to amuse Hubby while sewing.

Something funny happened this morning after I fed our bunnies. I was following the walk up towards the porch with the pellet scoop in hand and noticed that the wild rabbits were congregating around the gate eating weeds in the spiral walk stones. When they saw me, they went completely still, but one of them looked at me rather inquisitively as if to say "and pray tell, how does one get on the Family Assistance Program, anyway?"

If I didn't think it would cause massive problems later on, I'd be really tempted to throw some alfalfa hay in the spiral walk as a treat for them.