(Okay. So I managed to write this entire post up yesterday in Wordpad on my new laptop, had copied it to the clipboard and was pasting it into the blog to review, when the laptop battery died. Didn’t go into “sleep” mode, just shut down on me. So I lost the entire thing. I’d spent two hours on it. But what I had to say mattered to me, so here we go again.)
This is the second part of my Pennsic post, and this one will actually deal with what happened at Pennsic this year. But while a lot of wonderful things happened to me at the war, what I was left with, even more than joy and, yes, pride, was gratitude. So this post is going to be a series of thanks. This war I really connected to the wonderful and generous spirit of so many denizens of the SCA who made space and offered encouragement, not just to me as a bard, but to my whole family. I know going in that this list will be woefully incomplete, and I won’t remember half the people I should single out (and of those I do, I don’t know everyone’s SCAdian name and title, or in some cases their mundane names, or any name at all). I nonetheless choose to do this imperfectly, rather than accept the excuse to not do it at all.
First, thank you to my wife,
Jesca Jessa de Hunteleghe (known to most as Jess), who made our participation in this war possible. Thank you for bending your clan-Gordon stubborn streak enough to compromise and collaborate with me so that we could all attend together. Thank you for the beautiful and delicious truffles you sweated over, and all the love and encouragement and space and listening you have given me over ten years of marriage. Thank you for allowing me to be part of the wonderful extended SCAdian family that loves and is loyal to you because I had the good fortune (and sense) to marry you. And thank you for being my best patron, and offering my songs to just the right people at just the right moment.