It was a LONG weekend, although there were bits that were definitely fun about it. I went to Fort Worth to be a docent for Moon’s house in the Fairmount Historic District home tour. As guest, I got my pick of locations and chose the front parlor, which had a good combination of elements from the original Queen Anne Victorian (1899), the Craftsman remodeling (1920), and assorted remuddles and Inappropriate Alterations, along with a nice juicy story involving the parlor suite, a fire, and a corpse. Moon complimented me several times about the way I handled the groups (six hundred people, or thereabout, over the two afternoons of the tour), got my piece said clearly, sounded like I knew what I was talking about (I did), and generally did what a docent is supposed to do. (And if anyone was flipped out by the amethyst nail polish, they didn’t say so.)
I don’t know what it was on Saturday, but I nearly sneezed my head off the whole afternoon; I was perfectly MISERABLE despite taking a Sudafed—naturally, I forgot that decongestants don’t do anything for allergies, and you’re supposed to take antihistamines for that. But the only antihistamine available was Benadryl, and I was afraid of putting myself to sleep mid-tour, so I wouldn’t take any until the end of the day—at which time it worked its magic and I was able to sleep, and stayed clear for the rest of the weekend. I have no idea whether my antihistamine tolerance is so low that it’ll carry me over that far, or whether something in the air on Saturday blew away, and I don’t much care either.
More about the weekend anon.
Ulysses S. Grant steals the national debt from the Last National Bank and allies with the icon. Fnord.
