"Not Ready"

08/25/2003

And then on Saturday, there was Faire. Was it good and wonderful? Eh. Not really. I'm not ready for Faire to start. It just feels different this year. Mostly because we're in the middle of trying to move and I find it hard to concentrate or get excited about anything else until that's done. Celly has been working very hard on the house almost every day for the last two months so she sees faire as a sort of mini-vacation. Since I don't get to work on the house (and ultimately towards the goal of moving) until weekends, any weekend that takes away from that goal isn't good.

Which is why I won't be be back to MDRF for the next two weekends. Next weekend I'm going to try and go down to NC for what we hope is the final weekend of cleaning and painting. Then the following weekend, Celly and I will be going back to WV to hopefully look at some actual houses that are for sale.

I'm sure most people noticed it so I spent most of the time walking around with the Clanlad so that I would be away from everyone. Celly understood my feelings and I tried not to be too much of a wet blanket but it was painfully obvious that I was just not in a playful mood all day.

Sunday I was fine though and we headed out early for WV. First I took her by my office so she'd have a rough idea as to where it was located. Then we drove out to Charles Town, WV and cruised through the neighborhoods just looking at the architecture. Finally we descended upon the palatial estate of Todd and The Marcy. We were gleefully greeted by baying beagles. Once Celly got the tour, we all headed out to Martinsburg.

I like the "feel" of Martinsburg better than that of Charles Town. Of course it was a nice 75 degree day and they had just had a "Biker Night" festival so there were a lot of motorcycles around. After being shown the "24 hour adult bookstore", various strip clubs and catching up on the local gossip, we went to visit a model home that I thought Celly might like. And she did indeed.

By the time we finished touring the model and driving around that particular neighborhood, it was time for us to head back. It took about 90 minutes to get home... and I didn't even achieve dimensional warping velocities like some people did this weekend.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MR. THE CLAN CHIEF!!!!! *kisses* ~ Celly @ 1:35 p.m. EST on 08/28/2003