Gypsy Tribe in Caer Blanco

A good evening in support of the Caer Blanco charity events!
Many thanks to Diamanda Gustafson, our fabulous DJ for the night, and to all those who attended and donated their Lindens to the cause.

Reflections

I find myself sitting at the end of a busy RL day thinking through some of the things that are going on around me. Some relate to my typist directly - others do not. All cause some sort of stress - good or bad. The same may be said for those of us who exist here in the Metaverse.

Today, it seems, there are many things swirling about us. Griefers. Former friends and colleagues who would (and often do) threaten us. Exhibits to be completed. Businesses to be nourished. Clients. Landlords. Friends. Lovers. Even just the "what to wear to the theme night dance" question.

I have today learned of stress that a couple of my friends have been dealing with as gracefully as possible. In fact, with more grace than many could muster.

That reminded me of a conversation that Gabi, Soliel, Dia, and I had on Sunday afternoon. I was in world only briefly, but had an invitation to come dance in Gigglesford. (What a lovely sim, Soliel.) I found that it was only the four of us dancing. But that small number was just perfect for conversation.



We spoke of many things, not the least of which was our concern over friends - the HUMAN friends - who had or were feeling the effects of Hurricane Ike. We learned that some of our friends had made contact with folks in world to let us know they were safe if perhaps without power or water. I, though, then expressed my thoughts on how difficult it is knowing people as well as we do some of our good friends in world (for as many of us have expressed from time to time and certainly after CaleCon, our characters in world are generally who we are in RL and TRUE friendships form) and not always having a method of checking on them if one of us is suddenly without power or computer access. I have often considered the helplessness I would feel if I did not see or hear from close friends for days unexpectedly. I would be very worried that all was not well. And I would wish that I could speak to my friend - or at least inquire of him/her with family. For some friends that is or would be possible. For others it would not.



I draw no conclusions for you as I write this. Suffice it to say we had a very good discussion about relationships, keeping in touch - and many other things. It was a lovely time with three good friends (in the Metaverse or out).



And then I heard this song on the radio.........seems appropriate.

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance

(chorus)
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

(chorus)

Lee Ann Womack

Blessings on you, all my friends.

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Guns, Airships, Boats, and - oh yes - Dancing

On Friday, the Conservatory a' Ghaidhealtachd was utilized by the Edison Corporation for their Masquerade Ball, which served as the formal introduction of this group to the Citizens of Caledon. Despite some issues early in the evening, the event turned out to be quite successful....a good time had by all.

The scene early in the evening

Dancing with Colonel Somme

Mr. Syxx Craig of the Edison Corporation plays his violin for the enjoyment of the crowd.

As this was the Corporation's event, I tried to stay in the crowd as much as possible, but I fear my hostessing instincts kicked in a couple of times, and I was perhaps more visible than I had intended to be. I did have to pop in and out of the event twice with some RL concerns, but was able to dance with a few of my favorite dance partners, and to speak with several of my friends as we enjoyed the music - and later the display of Edison products.

I am so thankful to Loch Avie's Own, the Caledon First Lancers, for providing an honor guard to the event. I am sorry that I missed the review of the troops, which heralded the beginning of the ball, but I hear that they conducted themselves (as they always do) with the utmost professionalism and grace.

Colonel Somme presents Lieutenant Gustafson

As we talk about the Lancers, I am more than pleased to announce that Diamanda Gustafson was promoted to Lieutenant at the event. During the citation, Colonel Somme told those present of Dia's good service to the Lancers, Loch Avie, and Caledon by her faithful attendance at Lancer events and her willingness to assist with any need that arises. This night that included rescuing the music for the ball during my absence at the beginning. She took control of the stream as needed and kept playing wonderful selections for the remainder of the evening. I have thanked her privately, but now take time to do so in this public forum. My sincere thanks, LT Gustafson.

*bows*

LT Diamanda Gustafson

We gather outside to view the Edison Corporation product displays
guests including: Carntaigh, Colonel Somme, Loch Avie, Miss Wozniak, Cymru, and Colonel O'Toole

guests including: Kintyre (Lord Erasmus and Lady Lavendar), Lady Patty, and Cymru

Mr. Weatherwax of Prim Perfect, and Miss Glume
Miss Discovolante in the background

Dia and I examine the naval cannon

The next morning, I am inspired to put on the Fleet uniform and get a little ship piloting done.

I must say the Loch is beautiful in this light.

Tournament of the Loch Avie Academy of Arms

The second major event of the Highland Fling was the Tournament of the Loch Avie Academy of Arms. Sir Telemachus took care of the details of the tournament itself - signing the combatants, determining the matches, setting the rules, and then emceeing and refereeing the event.

I was thrilled to rez the Loch Avie Sky Arena (which may yet get a gælic name) high above the loch itself. The arena had been created just for me as a possible venue for the Tournament for Life, which we held as a demonstration event and fundraiser for the Relay for Life several months ago now. Ultimately we chose another arena for that event. But the Sky Arena is now the official tournament field for the Academy of Arms. (Makes a very fine party/dancing space as well. This will be demonstrated in the very next post.)

Greeting the very first arrivals to the arena
Sir Telemachus, Miss Diamanda Gustafson, Miss Kashi Babii, His Grace Cymru.

Miss Laval prepares to battle Miss Gustafson

Battle number one went to Miss Gustafson.

A nice crowd gathers in the Loch Avie Sky Arena

Miss Poppy was paired against her love, the Duke Regent of Kintyre. To the surprise of most, he indeed did fight to win and defeated Miss Poppy in the second match.

Two members of my clan battle in match number 3. Mr. O'Toole defeated Sir ZenMondo.

Miss Babii readies herself for battle (against her father).

The battle begins - Cymru against his own daughter. Miss Babii took the match

The FINAL battle was between Miss Gustafson and Miss Babii. Miss Gustafson prevailed! She is now the Highland Fling's first champion.

Sir Telemachus announces the winner: Miss Diamanda Gustafson.

The Battle Royale begins - all comers are welcome to battle during these times.

(left to right) Miss Babii, Sir ZenMondo, Lord Primbroke, Sir Telemachus, Mr. O'toole.

The final four of the Battle Royale.

My thanks to all who participated in this event, and to those who continue to spar and practice - awaiting the next time. A reminder that the weapons system is free to all who desire to use it.