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Poem for Monday and Renaissance Festival Again

Fame Is a Fickle Food
By Emily Dickinson

Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate,
Whose table once a Guest, but not
The second time, is set.
Whose crumbs the crows inspect,
And with ironic caw
Flap past it to the Farmer’s corn;
Men eat of it and die.


I had a very up and down Sunday. Much of it was spent at the Maryland Renaissance Festival, our last visit for the season, where we had spectacular weather and despite enormous crowds got to see everything we wanted in decent seats, though the lunch lines were extremely long and the friends we'd hoped to meet there all ended up having family obligations that kept them away.

During the late afternoon falconry show, though, we got a phone call from Maddy at work. Her best friend's older sister died earlier in the day and she was already frantically making plans to fly to California for the funeral, causing a huge disruption in her new work and school schedule on top of how upset she is feeling for her friend (the anniversary of her mom's death is this week, too).

The rest of the afternoon and evening involved a lot of running around, getting Maddy from work, throwing together dinner, and half-watching Once Upon a Time and Masters of Sex while taking out trash, feeding cats, doing laundry, etc. Maddy is flying out very early Wednesday so it is going to be a crazy couple of days here. Some photos from the Renfaire earlier in the day:

As You Like It

Shakespeare's Women

O'Danny Girls

Wine and Alchemy


With the Green Men

And with the King and Queen

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