So it looks like we are not making Pennsic this year. other the the finances which are abysmal, T's other brother is getting married first weekend of August and I have signed up of a singing convention at the end of July. Things are kind of booked.

This all would have worked much better if they hadn't changed the dates to the middle of the summer. I mean who do they think they are kidding, Every thing happens in the middle of the summer and the the middle of the winter. it is event city.
So everyone who is going have a drink for me and kiss all the pretties. (that goes double for you Allie)

 Alright who ordered the rain for July? It is no longer cute or even funny. The rain in June provided some amusement and helped the growing season but come on people It should not be this wet in July.
This is the month of Barbeq's, boating, biking. Picking flowers. NOT slugs out of my garden.
The Blinding head aches are not helping either. I am not fond of having to curl up in a pained ball for 3 or 4 hours before it starts to pour.

Linux box. Yes the box works. After 6 months of playing and fiddling and passing it off and testing I now have a linux box out of my brother-in laws old Think Pad. Tuns out there was nothing wrong with it.  I was doing everything right the start, the boot disk was bad/ corrupted- too fast. Who the hell knows, who cares.
What I did was borrow the nieces boot disk on the off chance it might work. It worked on her machine, which is almost as old as mine. And low and behold it worked.
it did take me something like 4 hour to complete the boot. I had to  restart a number of times a mystery as to why.

so now I have linux but no internet. the machine is so old it doesn't have an ether net port. It has these funky card slots. So I am down to using a wireless card. Now I am just wondering how I am going to find a card that will work with this beast.  I am afraid to by a new one on the off chance that it will not be compatible.  I am not really keep on an old one as they don't have the greatest life expectancy. Grrr, Argg, I am so close to having a notebook computer again. But it seems always to be one thing or another. I am not sure that I have the patience to keep dealing.

I must say after 3 days of a splitting head ache thanks to the weather, I have had better days.
But on the up side. We have dodged the bullet on the by pass, again. I got the "think pad" to work, i e it is now a happy little linux box. now all I need is a to hook it up for inter net and I am good to go. well go(sih) as the thing needs a new battery.
We went to a cook out on Saturday and I had some really great conversations.
Oh and we finally have ripe strawberries. not a lot  my you, but we have some.

I have moved very few times in my life. I hate to move. Passionately.
I think my mother feels the same way as she has moved even less than me. As children she moved her family from Brooklyn to Manhattan. Some railroad apartment on E 29th when I was about 2. All I remember about that place was this really cool mural on the play ground wall across the street. It is the only way I could find the place. If they ever paint over that wall I will be lost. Oh and the dog died. 
We moved a couple years later to W89th street, right across from the Claremont stables. One of the last riding stables in Manhattan. It was kind of cool. We grew tomatoes on the fire escape. I remember there was a fire one night. I don't think it was at the stables  but our apartment building. We couldn't wake up my brother. (that boy has no sense of self preservation) When we did finally wake him we all ran outside. And the fire trucks came, really fast. there was smoke every where, my mother wouldn't let go of my hand.
The next big move was from 89th street to West End Ave. farther up town. It was a really big apartment 6 big rooms 2 and 1/2 baths. a dinky kitchen. but 24 hour door man service. And there is where we stayed for the next 20 years.
After college I moved in with a boyfriend, back to the lower east side. E23rd or something. needless to say that didn't work out. about a year and a half later I moved out. and in with some friends in Brooklyn, and made their life interesting for a year or so. 
Around this time my step father died. To say that I was up set would be an understatement. We all still miss him.
So I decided it was time for drastic changes. I convincted my best friend Allie that she and I needed to move to Boston, with my then current boyfriend, this really tall guy called Brokk. We spent a year or so in Framingham. I am now very bias against the town.
Sigh Brokk and I broke up and I found a place by myself in Dorchester. Well, there were a few other people in house too.  And thus became part of the second SCA house in Dorchester. The wonderful Melville Keep. Where I stayed and had stories for 10ish years.
But now I am in Maine. With my great husband, who also hates to move. so we are not going to move every again. if we can help it.