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madshutterbug) wrote2007-02-05 04:48 pm
madshutterbug) wrote2007-02-05 04:48 pm
'K. Bit More, Eh?
'K. So, a bit more in depth for the last day of this year's Hoggetowne, eh? Hmm, let's start with...
Cold. In fact, for North Central Baja Jorja, COLD. Wind chill factors down into the middle to low 20's F (below 0 C, so COLD, eh?). So layers. Yeah, layers. Flannel shirt (albeit old one, worn mostly for long sleeves & pockets), Polartech (R) (I think Registered anyway) vest, Rennie shirt, leather doublet, and over all the Great Gray Full Circle Cloak of Much Warmliness. Until nearly noon.
Slow start. Sundays always are. Surprisingly, a bit of a burst early on when the Gate opened, but it passed quickly. I helped MK in the Crafty Celts booth, though did get back over to the puppet booth a couple times when they got slammed. We finally saw three-deep ranks of chirren at the puppet booth.
Chocolate Raspberry Cake. For R & B's birthdays. Baked by Herself. Good. Yes. Good.
Much friendly schmoozing with MK in the booth. W00t!
Breakdown at the end, as mentioned over in a![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fatfred thread, didn't take long at all. Then a bit more helping Herself, but I hie'd meself on the road back to the Ranch to feed teh Horses, teh Kids, teh Bros, and teh Kittens. Followed immediately by Hot Shower. Hot. Did I say Hot? Yes, I did. If there weren't two Kids in teh Tub, it'd a been a Hot Soak.
And the wonderfulness of Herself's leftover home-made s'getti sauce (though I busted the mason jar getting it open, Doh!) on penne. Then I fell down. Onna bed.
Today's case of Hoggetowne Hangover is fading; tonight's sleep should do it in. Not that I'll be, like, Lively tomorrow, but at least done with Hoggetowne Hangover.
Though...
It's a rather sad/sweet feeling, when Faire closes and folk start breaking down. Like the Set being Struck at the end of a stage play. What became a small little Towne of sorts now just fades away.
That is, while one is dodging through the traffic jam of folk trying to bull their way through in their vehicles to get to their booth sites and load up.
K.
Igohomenow.
Cold. In fact, for North Central Baja Jorja, COLD. Wind chill factors down into the middle to low 20's F (below 0 C, so COLD, eh?). So layers. Yeah, layers. Flannel shirt (albeit old one, worn mostly for long sleeves & pockets), Polartech (R) (I think Registered anyway) vest, Rennie shirt, leather doublet, and over all the Great Gray Full Circle Cloak of Much Warmliness. Until nearly noon.
Slow start. Sundays always are. Surprisingly, a bit of a burst early on when the Gate opened, but it passed quickly. I helped MK in the Crafty Celts booth, though did get back over to the puppet booth a couple times when they got slammed. We finally saw three-deep ranks of chirren at the puppet booth.
Chocolate Raspberry Cake. For R & B's birthdays. Baked by Herself. Good. Yes. Good.
Much friendly schmoozing with MK in the booth. W00t!
Breakdown at the end, as mentioned over in a
fatfred thread, didn't take long at all. Then a bit more helping Herself, but I hie'd meself on the road back to the Ranch to feed teh Horses, teh Kids, teh Bros, and teh Kittens. Followed immediately by Hot Shower. Hot. Did I say Hot? Yes, I did. If there weren't two Kids in teh Tub, it'd a been a Hot Soak.And the wonderfulness of Herself's leftover home-made s'getti sauce (though I busted the mason jar getting it open, Doh!) on penne. Then I fell down. Onna bed.
Today's case of Hoggetowne Hangover is fading; tonight's sleep should do it in. Not that I'll be, like, Lively tomorrow, but at least done with Hoggetowne Hangover.
Though...
It's a rather sad/sweet feeling, when Faire closes and folk start breaking down. Like the Set being Struck at the end of a stage play. What became a small little Towne of sorts now just fades away.
That is, while one is dodging through the traffic jam of folk trying to bull their way through in their vehicles to get to their booth sites and load up.
K.
Igohomenow.
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Summers are hot and humid but not so much as Florida. Winters are usually cold and wet with a little snow but not much or often. The weather here, however, is rather unpredictable. The weathermen are often wrong. It's not entirely unlikely to have the kind of days when it's 70 at lunchtime then snows that night. It's very breezy here which is wonderful in the summer. I also didn't really know what 'blustery' really meant until I moved here.
Affordable is a hard one. Norfolk houses the largest naval base in the world. We also have an Army base and an Air Force base. The military presence here heavily influences the economy. In some ways, wages are depressed due to the number of vets and military spouses willing to do skilled labor for below average salaries just to be doing something and/or add to pensions or family incomes. This isn't always the case, however.
Because the area encompasses seven separate cities, there's a wide variety of, well, lifestyles, I guess you could say. Suffolk is more rural. Norfolk / VaBch is more urban. Chesapeake is more suburban.
Traffic here sucks.
Arts and culture are pretty good. Several universities brings a lot of programs and entertainment to the area. Several arenas and convention centers. We're four hours from DC, less than 2 from Richmond, and under 6hrs from Raleigh; so what's not coming here can probably be found in the other cities.
We have two, count 'em TWO, international airports that host a variety of airlines. I'm signed up with the airlines to get flight specials and often find inexpensive flights when I'm looking to go a'visitin'.
Toddler is demanding my company and I've probably rambled too much. :)
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