Files and files and files, oh my!
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kellan_the_tabbyOkay. Here's the short-short version.
Monday I headed up to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
baronadhemar's with France and a lot of fabric. We stayed up late, and sewed, and watched gay cinema. I got up there late enough that calling Avelina and heading up for the files was clearly out of the question.
Tuesday we went down to Pam's. Hung around, napped, got a whole lot of stuff cut out, went skinny-dipping, and in general stayed until, uh, late. Too late for the damn files.
Wednesday we drove around, bought string (okay, lots of cool sewing threads), went to a fabric store and didn't buy fabric, and got back to Adhemar's too late to drive up for the files. I called Avelina, whereupon we determined that we needed thugs to load the files, and bagged on the whole trip.
Thursday I got more stuff cut out, planned a demi-houppe, and drove the hell home. Got there just in time to bathe my stinky self before Sewing Night. Had Sewing Night, for which everone had for once fed themselves, and thank God for that, and went the hell to bed.
To give an idea, I got the following cut out: a blue wool pair of full hosen, a yellow wool pair of full hosen (almost finished), a blue wool cote with a white linen lining, _most_ of a blue wool demihouppe with a red linen lining (save for the sleeves, though I roughed out the pattern), and a tunic muslin forfosveny.
I haven't the faintest recollection what I did Friday. I think I cleaned some. I must have.
Saturday we got up and cleaned like crazy people, becausemontuos and dr_zrfq were coming up. Not that they'd have cared if the place was an {u:}ber-pit, but it was a good excuse to clean. They showed up, we ate at the Waffle House, we hung around all afternoon and did Not Much, we ate at a really kick-ass Mexican place which makes its own salsa daily, and kicked them out, whereupon we got a call from Ellesbeth telling us that she'd rather let the cat out of the bag to fosveny's mother. So, uh. That was exciting. Apparently she's not mad, just upset, and wants to talk to us, not Talk To Us. I still fear. On that note, we went to bed.
Sunday we got up, had a long (but necessary) talk withgiselle0002 about the aforesaid revelation, and drove to Rhode Island. Avelina had acquired Goons, and they loaded France with dispatch. There are really a shiteload of files. Then we drove to Pam's again and spent the night. Apparently asking Pam if you can crash at her places puts into motion a Herculean effort of hospitality, involving ham and potatos au gratin at eleven-thirty and a pile of linens and pillows and unopened soap all wrapped up in a bow. I was entirely boggled.
We stayed up ridiculously late, got up ridiculously late, ate breakfast ridiculously late, and left at five, when I thought it was still around 2 or so. Called my mother with abject apologies and hauled arse west.
Got to Mom's at like nine-thirty. I love my mother. It was the three of us and ya know, she didn't have to help unload but she did it anyway. I thanked her from the entire East Kingdom College of Arms.
We decided to leave only the filing cabinets there (four of 'em thankyouverymuch) and take the boxen home, for me to go through. Having gone through approximately 1/3285092436 of one boxover the last couple of hours, I'm going to be taking most of the boxes _back_ down to her place and going through them one at a time, which project I expect will take roughly forever.
I have sent off a letter to Elisabeth Laurel in which I ask for clarification (because it sure looks to me like the Administrative Handbook says that you have to keep every-bloody-thing in the world), and note that if this is so, perhaps said requirements could be eased slightly. We shall see.
In the meantime, it appears that certain portions of the files haven't been touched since 1993. That is, at least, the earliest date I've seen in the 1/31044561309567039 of the total files that I've gone through so far. I suspect that the submissions paperwork has been filed more recently. I certainly hope so.
Adhemar dahling, we're going to need new filing cabinets. And probably more of them to boot. I'm sure you're thrilled.
Off to bed, thence to dream of acceptances and returns and mailing lists and old Free Trumpet Press West order forms.
Monday I headed up to
baronadhemar's with France and a lot of fabric. We stayed up late, and sewed, and watched gay cinema. I got up there late enough that calling Avelina and heading up for the files was clearly out of the question.Tuesday we went down to Pam's. Hung around, napped, got a whole lot of stuff cut out, went skinny-dipping, and in general stayed until, uh, late. Too late for the damn files.
Wednesday we drove around, bought string (okay, lots of cool sewing threads), went to a fabric store and didn't buy fabric, and got back to Adhemar's too late to drive up for the files. I called Avelina, whereupon we determined that we needed thugs to load the files, and bagged on the whole trip.
Thursday I got more stuff cut out, planned a demi-houppe, and drove the hell home. Got there just in time to bathe my stinky self before Sewing Night. Had Sewing Night, for which everone had for once fed themselves, and thank God for that, and went the hell to bed.
To give an idea, I got the following cut out: a blue wool pair of full hosen, a yellow wool pair of full hosen (almost finished), a blue wool cote with a white linen lining, _most_ of a blue wool demihouppe with a red linen lining (save for the sleeves, though I roughed out the pattern), and a tunic muslin for
fosveny.I haven't the faintest recollection what I did Friday. I think I cleaned some. I must have.
Saturday we got up and cleaned like crazy people, because
montuos and dr_zrfq were coming up. Not that they'd have cared if the place was an {u:}ber-pit, but it was a good excuse to clean. They showed up, we ate at the Waffle House, we hung around all afternoon and did Not Much, we ate at a really kick-ass Mexican place which makes its own salsa daily, and kicked them out, whereupon we got a call from Ellesbeth telling us that she'd rather let the cat out of the bag to fosveny's mother. So, uh. That was exciting. Apparently she's not mad, just upset, and wants to talk to us, not Talk To Us. I still fear. On that note, we went to bed.Sunday we got up, had a long (but necessary) talk with
giselle0002 about the aforesaid revelation, and drove to Rhode Island. Avelina had acquired Goons, and they loaded France with dispatch. There are really a shiteload of files. Then we drove to Pam's again and spent the night. Apparently asking Pam if you can crash at her places puts into motion a Herculean effort of hospitality, involving ham and potatos au gratin at eleven-thirty and a pile of linens and pillows and unopened soap all wrapped up in a bow. I was entirely boggled.We stayed up ridiculously late, got up ridiculously late, ate breakfast ridiculously late, and left at five, when I thought it was still around 2 or so. Called my mother with abject apologies and hauled arse west.
Got to Mom's at like nine-thirty. I love my mother. It was the three of us and ya know, she didn't have to help unload but she did it anyway. I thanked her from the entire East Kingdom College of Arms.
We decided to leave only the filing cabinets there (four of 'em thankyouverymuch) and take the boxen home, for me to go through. Having gone through approximately 1/3285092436 of one boxover the last couple of hours, I'm going to be taking most of the boxes _back_ down to her place and going through them one at a time, which project I expect will take roughly forever.
I have sent off a letter to Elisabeth Laurel in which I ask for clarification (because it sure looks to me like the Administrative Handbook says that you have to keep every-bloody-thing in the world), and note that if this is so, perhaps said requirements could be eased slightly. We shall see.
In the meantime, it appears that certain portions of the files haven't been touched since 1993. That is, at least, the earliest date I've seen in the 1/31044561309567039 of the total files that I've gone through so far. I suspect that the submissions paperwork has been filed more recently. I certainly hope so.
Adhemar dahling, we're going to need new filing cabinets. And probably more of them to boot. I'm sure you're thrilled.
Off to bed, thence to dream of acceptances and returns and mailing lists and old Free Trumpet Press West order forms.
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Date: 2005-07-05 10:07 pm (UTC)When Elsbeth was hacking through the Laurel Files just prior to sending them to Mari, she had a half dozen people (or more) doing a little at a time. If you can find enough competent people and enough space, dealing with the boxen may benefit from a similar approach.
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Date: 2005-07-06 04:35 am (UTC)Note, also, that we got clarification from Laurel. Kingdoms don't have to keep external correspondence except their own. Her signoff was "happy bonfires!"
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Date: 2005-07-06 09:04 am (UTC)If you run across anybody's external LsoI, especially from the late 80s and early 90s (through Da'ud II) I would not mind filling holes in my records. I even have a place to put them that is currently nothing but air in a filing cabinet.
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Date: 2005-07-06 08:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-06 06:22 am (UTC)I got a reply back from Elisabeth Laurel, saying basically 'lob the LoARs and external commentary'. So I suspect I'm going to do just that. I'll at least set the LoARs aside for you, though.
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Date: 2005-07-06 09:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-06 04:17 am (UTC)Ok, so it's a good thing that we came up Saturday morning instead of Friday night; else we'd have been there a couple hours earlier! :)
Not that they'd have cared if the place was an {u:}ber-pit...
Well, duh! You've been to our house; I seriously doubt yours has ever been as bad off as my status quo. As long as there's a seat for each butt... But someday I really am going to uncover the other sofa. Honest!
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Date: 2005-07-06 06:23 am (UTC)Nah, then I'd've just actually gotten something done on Friday. :)
But someday I really am going to uncover the other sofa. Honest!
One bit at a time. That's the way to go...
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Date: 2005-07-06 06:45 am (UTC)We should talk at some point about the "historic" heraldry stuff (what of my stuff belongs with your files and what of your files might belong in the EK history collection, if any).
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Date: 2005-07-06 06:52 am (UTC)And, yeah, we do need to get together - I already have a few pieces set aside that you might like.
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Date: 2005-07-08 03:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-08 10:34 pm (UTC)Haven't hit anything that early yet. I've found some interesting bits, though, and I might post some excerpts later on...