Eleanor Agnes (Quallich) Lock
September 13, 1916 – March 22, 2015
Rest in peace, Grandma. Say “hi” to Pop for me when you see
I have a sore throat and a hacking cough and a voice like I just swallowed a bucket of gravel, but on the whole I am feeling better then I was the past couple of days. Despite the hack, I made it in to work Thursday and Friday. However, just about every person that I talked to felt it necessary to point out how bad I sounded, which does tend to get old after a while.
This bit of nasty showed up just as I was getting over feeling completely wrecked from Ceilidh last past weekend.
Maybe by the end of this weekend I will be back to feeling 100%? One can only hope.
About Ceilidh this past weekend…
Ceilidh is always a good time. Excellent fencing. And traditionally the date of the tournament to see who will be the Capitaine de Griffe (rapier champion) for the Barony of Flaming Gryphon. I was the most recent champion, and was happy enough to pass it on to the next person. The list of applicants was a touch thin, so Wit and myself threw our hats back in the ring to bulk up the pool and ensure that the baron had a wide range of choices for this year’s champion, despite the unwritten tradition that past capitaines don’t try to win back the title.
I think that the best fencing that I had that day was the handful of rounds I went against Max. It is always fun to fight other people who study longsword, since there aren’t s lot of them in this corner of the kingdom, and it is always a blast to fence Max.
The title ended up going to Lars. I think that this was a good choice – he may be a less experienced fencer, but he has some solid skills, good potential, courtesy, and a sense of real enjoyment about fencing. And maybe standing behind the throne in court and representing the barony on the list will encourage him to get some nicer looking fencing garb. He was completely surprised to get called out in court, and to get be-decked with all of the champion’s regalia – buckler, half-cloak, medallion, and belt favor. After that hand-off, he took his place behind the baronial seat and I stepped down.
Now I am completely regalia-free, after about a year and a half. It was fun standing up behind the baron and baroness, but it will be nice to see court from the other side again.
Really, I think that if I was asked to make any complaints about Ceilidh, they would have to do with the quality of the footing in the lists… which was pretty slick, and nothing that anything could really be done about. Doc Martins (my fencing foot-ware of choice) don’t tend to have very good traction on smooth surfaces, so I wiped out a couple of times, and hit the floor pretty hard a couple of times, and ended the day with some very spectacular bruises on my knees (right as the skinned knees from Val Day had finished healing). The stiffness and soreness the next day was worth it.
Good times at Ceilidh.