My husband and I are re-enactors (or reenactors, if you prefer). And if it were not for bad luck, we wouldn't have any luck at all. Oh, the curse or what ever you call it doesn't rear its ugly head at each and every event, and sometimes it might even skip a year or so , but there is a long line of bad luck for us. Broken ridge poles with no way to replace until after the event. Missing canopy poles. Flat tires. An RV which changed an 11 hour trip in to a 17 hour trip. The 2002 border incident we were involved in. The list does go on and on. Lost cats. Ill cats. Bunny rabbit and cats. Not all incidents actually happended at an event. Some were enroute, some were heading home, some were both enroute and heading home. Most were not funny when they happended, and our tolerance and tempers were stretched beyond endudrance and exhaustion, but afterwards, we were able to find the humor in them, and they have become a part of our reenacting history. In the midst of minor disasters there have been some funny things happen, as happens all the time. All of these incidents are tied up with our reenacting memories and will find their way in to these blogs.
It is actually hard to choose which one to write about here. I don't know that I want to do these in chronological order, but I don't know that I don't want to do them in chronological order, either... I'll just have to wait and see what strikes me as the best for a first entry, and go from there.
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