 The picture was from my first halfhearted attempt at finishing unpacking from Moesgaard , reuniting books with the appropriate bookshelves, marinating my rusty sword in Autosol. The usual. Chatting on msn, deleting ye olde spamme e-mails. In general NOT being very efficient at anything except avoiding the task at hand.
Catnap follows. Then my son woke me up proudly displaying his talents as a sword master a bit too close to my head for comfort. Proud as hell and wide awake I manage to grab hold of the sword and send him on a wild goose chase after his missing arrows. |
 1.5 HOURS LATER ;
20 or so books are back in the correct bookshelves, one toothbrush rediscovered as a bookmark - a perfectly normal place to forget a toothbrush ! Though even I have to admit that leaving a pair of scissors in the freezer might be a bit bizarre, but I was probably hungry / trying to figure something out at 3am. Or I'm just scatterbrained when not actually doing a job.
20 minutes of trying to fit books in where there is no room and when did I buy that one ? Oh shit, please don't tell me I've ordered the book in the vague belief I don't have it. Panic avoided after checking my usual book pushers.
In between, I'm "just" chatting some more with a friend who is packing his whole appartment and frankly doing marginally better than me. He is leaving for Texas on tuesday and seems to feel that I'm distracting him. Pfffft ! |
 Doesn't everybody clean swords wearing a tiara ???
All the white powder is the Autosol finally turning to dust. Rust gone - sword full of scars from rust. Next time, remember to bring the other sword. It seems to like rust.
The somewhat bemused look on my face is the result of an e-mail from a fellow fighter with pictures of me fighting at Moesgaard. The words that springs to mind when looking at those pictures are NOT grace, poise or elegance. Face paint was better than expected. Hmmm....yupp, big butt no matter what angle you look at it. Good thing I'm not that vain about my looks on the battlefield. Talking about looks....hmmm stop making funny faces while killing people ?
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This is as good a time as any to find out where that training weekend in the Frankfurt area is. Why don't the germans have maps on the web ??? I fly to Frankfurt and get a lift. Fine. It's the getting back home that has me stumped.The damned place is within tourist tour distance of Berlin ??? Is september the holiday season in Germany or something ? This is just aggravating !
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 Home, untidy home...I don't think I'll get any nominations as housewife of the year in 2005 either.
I'd forgotten about that spearhead. Something tells me that I haven't really looked in that cupboard since the middle of april. I bought the spearhead to use at Moesgaard. Look how nice and shiny it is ! As opposed to the rust heap the bear is cuddling. I used that one at Moesgaard. Makes my sword look good.
At this point I've been at it for about 4,5 hours, leaving me with about 30 minutes effective cleaning time so far. If you include tidying in my photos on the laptop though. I've only been waffling for about 1,5 hours. I actually get paid to be efficient and organized and I'm damned good at it. Just not at home I guess.
I found my socks ! And my muddy shoes. Not quite so happy about that I have to admit. I was frankly hoping I had left them at Moesgaard. Cleaning shoes sucks. Don't know why the cats wanted them though. There can't be any other explanation for why they were buried under a rug and some blankets.
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My Texas bound friend, wants to see the photos of me cleaning a sword. I suspect a fetish. But if it is the tiara and sword polishing or just the sword polishing....Where does this urge to make silly faces all the time come from ???
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