Labour Day evening. Everything’s done and ready for the beginning of school tomorrow. Even though I teach all summer, I have a lifetime’s worth of conditioning that means that The New Year starts tomorrow.

House clean? Check.
Fridge cleaned out? Check.
Groceries bought? Check.
New shoes? Check.
Clothes laid out? Check.
Conversation with Gen? Check.

Genevieve and I are both teachers, and we both feel the September Pull. Although I work in the private sector and she in the public, we both gear up the same way: Clean, plan, figure the angles, shop. And as long as we have both been teaching, we speak at some point on Labour Day. I think of us like two racehorses touching noses before we hit the starting gates, just to say, ‘Hey. I know what’s going on with you. Me too.’

So to Genevieve and all the rest of us who run at the starting bell tomorrow, good luck!

Renaissance Fair!

(Picture when Flickr lets me do it)

Ok. Here’s how to get your mind well and truly blown: Go to a Renaissance Fair! Or maybe it’s just me.

See, Rachel was all, “Come to the RenFair!” and I was all, “Yeah! Nerds!” because it sounded fun and I think I need to let my Inner Nerd out more. Not just Teacher Nerd, because she’s around all the time, harping on about the value of natural resources, or how the stirrup revolutionized mounted warfare. But I need to let my Inner Nerd come out and perform.

Before today, my only experience with historical re-enactment comes from the SCA. And those guys? They tend to be very hardcore about getting the details right. Also, they keep trying to tell you how history went, even if you know better. Because, say, you have a degree in history, with more than a few Medieval courses under your belt.

So I walked into the Fair and felt like I knew a thing or two about historical recreation more than these folks.

But they knew more about fun. And way more about being relaxed about history than the SCA folks, it seems. Because the costumes? Many were of the Renaissance period, but the pirates, for example, were more Cavalier-era, because there was better pirating then. And the hats! had! feathers! Also, there was one Ren Extra wandering around in what appeared to be 12th Century garb. Let alone all the random fairgoers in jeans and cloaks, or fairy wings, the women with coin belts on, and the guy with the fake parrot on his shoulder.

Over the course of the day I went from supercilious to envious. I totally think that our bellydance troupe should apply to perform next year. I’d be proud to be center stage on that one.

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