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13 February 2016 @ 10:35 pm
Since I had stayed up all night on Thursday before catching the early morning train on Friday I was a bit tired by the time I finally got to my room in Tromsø, and so I slept for 9.5 hours last night.

This morning I took it easy and did only the abs section of my phone ap exercise set (about 17 minutes of mixed exercises), and set out for a walk just before 10:00. My first priority was to find the museum for tomorrow's talk. It is right where Google said it would be, down the hill at the bottom poi t of the island, 22 minutes from my room. Sadly, it turns out that it doesn't open till noon on Saturdays, so I didn't get a chance to check out the inside.

Instead, since I was already at pretty much the shore level, I opted to walk around towards the city center, on the eastern shore of the island, keeping my eye out for grocery stores along the way.

I found one about 3/4 of the way to the part of town where the bus had dropped me off yesterday, and stopped in. Since My room has a two-burner stove, but no oven, I thought about buying some flour, eggs, and yoghurt and making some stove top pancakes. However, when I found the eggs (which one can buy by the half-dozen here), I noticed that they had little blocks of fresh yeast, and I remembered madbaker's recent post about a medieval pasta recipe involving yeast dough, and I decided this would be a fine time to experiment with it.

I choose the smallest bag of flour they had--a blend of wheat, oats, and rye that sounded good, and picked up some zucchini, mixed salad greens, snow peas, and tiny tomatoes to go with it.

Then I walked the rest of the way around the hill and back up the hill to my room by the same path as yesterday. Once there I introduced a bit of the flour to the yeast and some hot water, but, since the room didn't come with a mixing bowl, I put them into the plastic water jug. Then I put some of the yoghurt into one of the empty plastic containers I had packed road food in, and set it into a container of hot water to warm up a bit.

After a bit, when the yeast was quite active and the yoghurt no longer cold, I mixed the bread sponge with three of the eggs and the warmed yoghurt and added flour. Perhaps I used too many eggs/too much yoghurt, since it wound up using the full bag of flour, and could have taken more.

By this time I realised that I had failed to buy butter, so I popped the dough back into the jug, covered it with a damp paper towel, and went to the closest grocery store (opposite direction from this morning's walk). They had the really good Norwegian butter made from soured cream that introduced me to a couple of years back, so I bought two blocks to take home with me.

By the time I was back to the room the dough had risen several cm higher than the top of the jug, so I put some water on to boil, and asked the owner if they had a colander I could borrow. He gave me a bowl, too, so I didn't need to use the jug for the cooked pasta.

The recipe madbaker shared said to roll the dough out as thin as possible and cut it into wide strips. However, after experimenting with a small ball of dough and a drinking glass, I decided to save that steo for a time when I have access to a rolling pin and a decent sized counter.

Instead I cut chunks of dough straight into the boiling water with a spoon. Since this room has only a small and a medium pot I cooked the noodles in batches, draining the water into the second pot and putting it back on the stove for the next batch.

I mixed each batch with some of the butter, and they were so good just like that that I ate quite a bit while still cooking them. After I got the last of them cooked I chopped the zucchini and quickly cooked that and the peas in the hot water, then mixed the pasta, hot veg, salad greens, and tomatoes.

I am quite happy with the result, even thoughI had no spices available, but there sure is a lot of it. I know what I will be eating tomorrow and on the train ride home Monday.

Of course, by the time I was done cooking, eating, and putting away the leftovers and clean dishes, it was too late to try the museum again, so I will just have to go early (they open at 11:00 on Sundays) tomorrow.

Tonight's entertainment included finally doing some mending on my winter coat. Then I went out for a walk to test it. How much nicer it is now that the top two buttons stay shut again!

Then I did the "extra bodyweight" section of my phone app exercises, followed by a shower and yoga. Therefore, I will probably go to sleep fairly promptly after posting this.

In the morning I will pack up, head to the museum, where the talks are scheduled for 13:00, and, depending on when they are done, take either the 16:00 or the 19:20 bus to Narvik, so that I can catch Monday morning's train home.

I hear it has been snowing at home, and lord_kjar is in Göteborg helping C pack for her move north, so I may have a fair bit of shoveling to do when I get home.
12 February 2016 @ 09:57 pm
The trip here was fully 15 hours. Had the bus from Narvik left from the train station, instead of a twenty minute walk away, I could have been here a couple of hours earlier, but there just wasn't time to get to the earlier bus.

Now my home for the next two nights is a tiny studio room attached to a house on the hill about 20 minutes walk from the city center. It has a little two burner hot plate and small fridge, but no oven. Had I planned to stay longer I would have taken the more expensive room that had an oven, but for this short I can cope with stove top cooking.

Tomorrow I will do whatever I feel for, when it occurs to me. Sunday I check out of the room, attend the talk, and thake the bus to Narvik in the evening before taking the train home Monday.
12 February 2016 @ 09:29 am
I am sitting on a train, pulling into the station at Kiruna, and the view is starting to get really pretty now that the snowy country side starts to get a bit of topography. Over the next three hours the land will first gradually rise, and then, after we cross the border we will pass by beautiful mountains, until I finally reach Narvik, where I will take the bus north to Tromsø.

Since my train left at 04:55 I stayed up all night enjoying the company of a friend, and then got 2.5 hrs nap on the train before my body woke and requested breakfast. Now I could sleep again, but I also want to look out the window. Whilst Luleå is a wonderful community to be part of, my soul nonetheless longs for the sight of mountains.
12 February 2016 @ 08:55 am
A conversation with a friend that included where I am today, at 49 years of age, and what I have accomplished so far and contrasting that with what he has now, at 26 years of age has prompted me to think about where I was at 26, and how different that was compared to now.

I turned 26 in December of 1992, and for the '92-93 school year I was living in the Kingdom of An Tir, in the town of Asland, Oregon, attending Southern Oregon State College as a Geology major.

I owned a small set of shelfves full of paperback books, a few boxes of kitchen toys, my clothes, a large number of stuffed animals (the only toys I had retained when I moved), and a few cotton SCA costumes that fell rather more on the "attempt" side of the scale than the "pre-1600 costume" side. The only thing I owned that was at all computer like was a Casio calculator wrist watch, which I was in such a habit of using when I needed to do basic arithmetic that I would often type in the numbers to add, look at the result, and then think "I knew that".

I didn't have a fabric stash--money was tight enough that one of my underdresses had been made from a sheet thanks to the time a year or so before, when I lived in the dormitory at the University of Oregon, that housekeeping had messed up and given me an extra sheet for the bed one week, so I cut it up and made a dress from it, and returned only the number they were expecting back.

I did have a small stash of cotton embroidery floss, thanks to a birthday gift I had received from a friend in Alaska a couple of years before, so that underdress had blue embroidery on the neck, cuffs, and strip near the elbows where I had attached the fabric to extend the sleeves since a single twin bed sheet isn't wide enough to go from wrist to wrist. So I embroidered the folded hem and used that to decorate the dress. How I loved that dress at the time, even though that straight band of nexk embroidery always sat funny on the round neck hole.

I did have some money in the bank, since I had taken out the max amount of student loan possible from the state of Alaska, but that money had to last until the next loan peroid. I didn't have a job, and didn't want one. Ok, the first summer I was in Asland I worked part time cleaning rooms at the motel two doors down, but that job ended when tourist season ended, because while I was her "best scrubber", I was also the newest on staff, and I kept asking for days off on holiday weekends (which was when the SCA events were). I decided I would rather live on a tight budget, not work, and have time to attend SCA events.

I made it to a lot of SCA events the three years I lived in Asland. Whilst I had no income, I was living with a slighty older boyfriend who worked full time in the bindary department at a print shop. He would have gone to those events if I hadn't been living with him, he had a good car, and he liked the company for road trips, so he brought me along, he paid for the petrol, and I think he even paid my site fees for the events. This is a big part of why I am willing to pay petrol today for my student friends to travel to events with me. I can't pay him back for that generosity, but I can pay it forward.

His generosity is also while I have a suit of armour today. He had a shop and basic armouring tools, so he gave me the supplies as a birthday gift and showed me how to do the work to build it. The only thing we couldn't do at his shop was welding the helmet together. However, he had a squire who worked as a welder at a boat building businesses. So we gave him the helm pieces and he gave us back a finished helm. When we asked him what we owed him he said "nothing". When we said "what about the cost of supplies?" He said "I took it to work and called it a test weld". We couldn't argue with that--the seams on my helm are tiny compared to those on a boat. The only reason I have an aluminium shield is because his boss at work had decided to throw away the two old computer cases now that the company had invested in modern computers. One case was large enough and thick enough to make his shield, the other mine. Salvaging is a good thing.

The year I was 26 I was still a couple of years from earning my first degree, had no assets anyone else would value, and the start of a large student loan debt that I didn't manage to pay off till 19 years later. However, I had the SCA and through it the connection to many friends and loved ones, many of whom I am still in touch with today. Back then I couldn't have predicted the path I would take that would one day lead to my having a PhD, a fun job that pays a decent wage and provides a smart phone as a perk, a computer, a house with land, a huge stash of quality fabric and other project supplies, a reasonably equipped workshop, and no debt other than the mortgage. However, I wouldn't have been at all surprised to learn that I would still be active in the SCA, through which I have many friends and loved ones. I would also have thought it cool to discover that I would one day live in Sweden and get to occasionally attend events in castles.
08 February 2016 @ 10:28 pm
Was it just yesterday I posted about how nice it was to finally get some decent snow? Today it warmed up above freezing, with a warm wind, and the roads and walkways have a film of melt water over ice. Ick! Hopefully we will return to proper winter temperatures soon. I hope this won't be another of those dreadful winters wherein every snow is promptly followed by melting. I didn't move north for that.

In other news, I had a great work out today, which got my arms recovered from the pain from Friday's aerial silks--now they are just normal after-workout tired, rather than hurting.

I am also pleased to have gotten lots of award recommendations sent in today.
07 February 2016 @ 06:03 pm
I happened to glance at FB today at the right time to see a post from northernotter about the talk she will be doing on her hand-woven reproduction of the Skjoldehamn find next weekend. Clicking on the link reveals that the other speaker will be Lise Bender Jørgensen, who has published so many books on archaeological textiles. Of course I have to go!

So I have booked train tickets to Narvik for way too early next Friday morning, and then I will take a bus to Tromsø, spend the weekend there, see the exhibit, attend the talks, and then bus back to Narvik Sunday evening to catch the train home on Monday morning. Since I will be missing work that Monday I can work the following Friday to make up for it, so I don't even need to take a day off. Norway! Mountains! Textiles! I am looking forward to the trip.

This weekend's home improvement project has been prep work to consolidate our beds, in preparation for C moving in. When I first met lord_kjar he was sleeping on a queen sized bed on a simple IKEA frame. It is a fine bed, and we slept on it for several years before deciding to buy the king sized memory foam mattress upon which we now sleep. When we bought the larger mattress we decided to move the old bed to the guest room, and we just put the mattress on the floor, where it has been working just fine. However, when C moves in she will be bringing her bed with her. It is a queen sized IKEA bed with a large amount of storage area under the mattress, which easily lifts up on some sort of spring-loaded pivoting system.

Since this will be more large beds than we have rooms to keep them in, we decided to double up our old and new beds into a single unit. Therefore we built an extension for our old bed frame that is the same height as the old mattress. Now we can put the king sized mattress on top of the old mattress + extension, and it will work just fine. Should we have lots of house guests at once, we can move the large mattress to the living room floor, and that will still leave the queen sized bed in the guest room.

And last, but certainly not least: Snow! Yesterday we finally got something resembling a decent snow fall! Combined with some pretty good winds, so this morning when we woke up we had some lovely snow-dunes stretching across our yard. It took me about 40 minutes to use the shovel to clear the path to the shed where the snow-blower lives, and then another hour for him to use the snowblower to clear the driveways, while I used the shovel to clear out the rest of the walkways, and tidy up some of the narrow little ridges of snow he left behind.

Of course I used the snow I shoveled to build up a little hill in front of the house, and after we were done I got out my sled and played on the hill a bit. So wonderful to finally have decent snow!

Now it is time to head to folk dance for the evening, so even if there were more to say, I have run out of time to say it...
03 February 2016 @ 10:00 pm
This morning started with meeting a friend at the gym to do the "day one" workout my physical trainer has given me--complete with pushups and lots of shoulder exercises. Then, in the early afternoon, I got a message from another friend asking if I would like to meet her at the gym to do some aerial silks training this evening. Of course I would! And no other conflicts, either.

Luckily, lord_kjar had driven in to work this morning (I rode with him), which meant that after I finished work (at 14:00, since I started later than usual due to the workout) I could walk to his office, head home and take a quick nap, eat dinner, and grab the rolling suitcase full of the aerial silks, which I have had at my place for some weeks now, since the girl who used to have it was going to be out of town during our practice session, and hasn't gotten them back yet. Then I drove back, left the car at his office, and got to the gym before 17:00 (as an university employee, I can get into the gym for free, but only during business hours), so that I could get in the door. Once inside, of course, I was permitted to stay as long as I wanted.

Just as with last time I tried this, I had trouble climbing the fabric when first I tried. Eventually I remembered that with my small hands it really does work better to have one length of fabric in each hand, rather than trying to hold them both together, even though I still wrap them both around my feet for the climbing. We spent nearly two hours climbing, trying interesting poses in the air, and, occasionally, practicing hand-stands as a "rest". Now my hands are a bit sore, and I am so looking forward to doing it again on Friday!

Yesterday we couldn't do aerial silks, as that practice room doesn't have a place to hang them from, so we just did some acroyoga poses, which are just as much fun, just as hard to do, but doesn't hurt one's hands and feet in the same way.

Choir yesterday after Phire practice was also much fun. We have a good group this year.
This weekend I traveled to the Canton of Kaarnemaa, in the Barony of Aarnimetsä along with E., my apprentice number two, and A., a friend from our choir. The SCA event was being held in conjunction with the Finnish Early Music Society, who were sponsoring a variety of classes and concerts. Back in November, when I first heard of the event, I sent an email to the contact person for the Early Music Society, asking if the classes included any at an appropriate level for someone like me, who is only a beginner musician, but I never got a reply, and didn't try again. My apprentice also sent an email, explaining that she plays clarinet in an orchestra, and has a medieval version of the instrument, and was coming over, and wanting to do music with people, but she didn't get a reply either, and was also busy enough not to bother trying again. Undaunted, we just drove over for the SCA event, and figured we would ask about the classes when we got there.

The event announcement said that the site would open at 16:00, and GoogleMaps said that it should take around 4.5 hours (and there is a one hour time change between here and there), so we decided to leave site at 10:00 on Friday. I managed to get up early enough Friday morning to pack the last minute things (pillows, doona, phone charger, food from fridge), and load up the car early enough to meet my friend S. at the gym for a workout before picking up A & E, and we were on the road by 10:20. E. did all the driving, so I could sew (and I payed for the petrol), and the roads were clear and dry, and temperatures were nice (around -18 C). We stopped only once for a toilet break, and happily talked the whole time.

We wound up pulling into the site parking lot at 15:59 (Finnish time), and the hall wasn't open yet. After double checking to be certain we were at the right place we called the autocrat, who was just leaving his house, less than 1 km away, so was there pretty much at the same time as we were.

The hall is a community youth center for the town, and has lots of different rooms scattered about in a nearly maze-like pattern. We three, having first choice, wound up taking the room on the far side of the kitchen that opened up on the feast hall, since it had dark blinds pulled down over the windows, and thus would be a good place for sleeping. My apprentice was quicker than I to notice the stack of pallets that had a mattress on it, so she claimed that. I took the the other corner of the room, and A. built his nest against the wall.

After we had our beds set up and costumes on we went out to the hall and enjoyed conversation first with the autocrat and his wife, and then with a few others who arrived not so long later. Friday evening people provided their own dinner, but they made an "experimental pie" that is kind of similar to the traditional Finnish Christmas cookie that involves cooked dates on a puff-pastry like base. However, the pie was more a blend of chopped dates and pears with sugar and spices on a puff pastry base. It was really yummy, and was the perfect desert after eating the fruit and oven pancakes I had brought along for road food.

The first concert of the weekend was scheduled for 19:00 at a nearby church, so about 10 minutes before we all put on our cloaks and hoods and walked over. Other than the medieval band, the group of us were the only ones in Medieval costume. The music was great, and their instruments interesting. The hammer dulcimer they had with them is very, very unlike mine, but checking the instrument page on their web page, they don't seem to have a photo of the one they used this weekend--instead just one that isn't very different from my own.

After the concert we were introduced to the person coordinating the early music classes, who was embarrassed to hear that we had written but gotten no reply, but he confessed that he didn't know if he had seen the messages and intended to reply, or if they just didn't reach him. He introduced my apprentice to the teacher of the class she would be interested in, and I opted to just do the SCA event and attend concerts, rather than trying to join classes aimed at real musicians. Then we walked back to the hall and chatted for a while, but we were all a bit tired, so those who were sleeping off site went home, and the rest of us retired around 23:00, give or take a bit depending on the person's bedtime routines.

Saturday morning breakfast was scheduled for 08:00, but I didn't finish my morning situps till 08:20. I had considered going straight from there to the room down the hall that has a pull up bar upon which I could hang my jungle gym to do my workout for the day first, but when I came out into the hall a bunch of people were enjoying breakfast, so I opted to join them. After breakfast there were some classes, and I sat in for the start of them, before deciding that I should go do that workout, so I did.

After the workout I had an hour to get dressed, watch the tail end of a slide show of cool artifacts in museums the autocrat has visited, and visit with people before they served a yummy lunch of carrot soup, bread, cheese, and more of that yummy experimental pie.

Then my apprentice went off to her music class, and many of the others on site went to the sports center next door, where they had set up a temporary archery range for the event. I choose to stay on site working on my tunic in progress, and my friend A. stayed as well. He is studying English, and had along a copy of Pride and Prejudice that he needed to read for a class, so I suggested that he read aloud to keep me entertained while I stitched. Much to my delight, he did, and I found it quite amusing, even though I have never actually read that book, and I was coming in somewhere in the middle of the story.

However, after a while I got sleepy, despite having gotten plenty of sleep the night before, so I went a lay down for a 20 minute nap, and A. went out for a walk. When I woke up to an empty hall I decided that I should take a walk, too, and did so. When I returned half an hour later the hall was once again full (if you count a 14 person event "full"), and we settled into happy conversation till time for the feast, at 16:30 (such a wonderful time to eat--right when I am hungry!).

Even though it was a small, and informal, event, I still opted to put on my circlet and veil (I was wearing my pretty blue silk bliaut) for the feast itself. The food was yummy--he made a saffron rice, some eggplant pancakes, some wild hare cooked with warm spices and onion, some pork (that I didn't try), and some lingon berries cooked in honey. Not a huge variety of stuff, but about perfect for a small event like this one. There was also pears baked in sugar and spices for desert, some really yummy cookies, and, of course, more of that experimental pie (of which he had made rather a lot, and we happily kept eating it all weekend).

During the feast I recited the first bit of the Prologue to the Canterbury Tales, explaining that I had chosen it as my period piece for the Norrskensbard competition in November because it was "English". They laughed when I repeated after the recitation "English". Then my apprentice took out her period instrument and played for them. I got the impression that they enjoyed having a bit of entertainment at the feast, even though they hadn't planned any. After the feast we all walked back over to the church for the second concert of the weekend.

This one was a mixed concert--many (all???) of the performance were people who had been participating in the courses over the weekend, and they were all really good. I was very impressed with the hugely long neck on the one lute--I had never seen one like that before. I was also REALLY impressed with the choir who performed--there were only 13 people in it, which is about the same as our student choir on a good day, but we never achieve even the volume of the performing choir, let alone the shear richness of sound the got. At first they were just a beautifully balanced richness of sound, but then I realized that if I focused on the face of an individual singing I could actually pick their voice out of the crowd, and then, when I switched to a new face, I could hear that voice. I have no idea if this is normal or not, I don't recall ever trying that before.

After the concert we returned to the hall, and I noticed that they had listed "dancing" on the schedule for 21:00, so I asked about it, and they admitted that they hadn't actually brought any music, so I plugged my phone into the hall stereo system, and we danced for a good hour or so, followed by more pleasant conversation and sewing time. I eventually did my yoga a bit before midnight, and was in bed not too long after midnight.

This morning I slept till 09:00, and again joined people for breakfast after morning situps and before working out. However, since we had plenty of time before E. next music class at noon, I did, in fact, make time for a workout before packing up stuff and heading over the autocrat's house (the others finished the site cleaning while I exercised). Their house has a cute little medieval room downstairs, complete with tapestries, trestle tables, and iron candle holding chandlers. I want such a room! Sadly, I have no idea where I would fit one in this house.

While E. was in class the autocrat's wife cooked us lunch, and it was ready about the time the class ended, so we had a yummy meal (mostly event leftovers, with a few additions) before hitting the road. The weather had really warmed up (got to +2 C!), so the roads back were no were near as clear as on the trip down, but it all went smoothly. There were a couple of stressful seconds when a white reindeer was suddenly visible standing right on the side of the road, but there was room to go between it and the on coming traffic, so all was fine.

We stopped in Haparanda on the way home to stock up on my of the yummy juustoleipa one can buy there, since it is a border town, and were back in Luleå at 18:20. This gave me just time to drop them off, head home, unload the car, and head out to Folk Dancing, arriving only about 25 minutes late. It felt so good to MOVE after sitting in the car for much of the day, and, of course, the dancing was, as it always is, just plain fun.

Now it is after midnight, so I had better do my yoga and get some sleep before work in the morning. Tomorrow evening a friend (or two?) from Phire will be coming over for dinner, so I should also decide what I will be cooking.
27 January 2016 @ 10:30 pm
Last night I managed seven hours of sleep, which was more than I might have gotten, but I had forgotten when I lay down that I had switched the dawn light from 05:30 to 06:20 the night before when I had stayed up rather later. So when I finally woke up at 06:15 and looked at the clock I decided that it would be wise to do only part of the morning phone app workout, so I could make it to work on time to meet my friend at the gym at 08:30 as planned.

Then, as I started my morning situps before getting out of bed, I turned wireless on my phone to read LJ, and saw a FB message from her, sent after midnight, saying that she wasn't sleeping due to a headache, and so didn't think she would make it to the gym. My first thought was "ok, I don't have to go". Then I thought again and decided that, no, of course I was going.

Then I got up, got dressed for the phone app workout (bra out the outside of yesterday's shirt, so that should I sweat, it isn't on the bra, and I can still wear it the rest of the day), went to the living room, opened the app, and discovered that it thinks today is a rest day. For all four categories of exercises. This was a bit of a surprise, since for weeks now it has been a rest day for three of the four at once, and the fourth gets a different rest day. However, having gotten dressed to work out, I deiced to do a little anyway, and spent 10 minutes moving. Then I got dressed for work, posted to the Phire FB group that even though the one friend couldn't make it, I would still be going to the gym if anyone wanted to join me, had breakfast, and spent 15 minutes shoveling snow till lord_kjar was ready for work, and then I rode in with him.

As an aside--the downside of yesterday's long day at work and then having fun with friends on campus is that meant that no one was home yesterday to do the shoveling when we got the first decent snowfall of the winter. Not that it was much snow this time, either, but at least it was deep enough that one wouldn't want to wear low shoes in it. To make matters worse, after weeks of lovely temperatures (read: -10 to -30 C, or "cold enough not to melt and get slippery), today it warmed up to 0 C, so after sitting in the warmth the snow was getting a bit heavier than it was when it fell. Needless to say, I didn't get much of the driveway done in the 15 minutes I had before work.

Arriving at work I took my computer to the lab, turned on the plasma on the ICP-MS, and then went to the gym, where I was met by another Phire person I had only seen one time before. We had a nice workout and enjoyed chatting while we did. I did only a short 30 minute session, as I wanted to be certain I was ready when my lab technician arrived at 10:30 or 11:00.

I was, and spent a couple of hours with him, as he looked at the laser and checked a few things, explaining as he went. I now understand why it was that when I asked for the laser to deliver a fluence of 7 J/cm2 it was only giving about 3.5 J/cm2, but if I asked for 50% output I could get 7 J/cm2. It turns out that when the laser was installed the technician opened up the sample chamber, turned off the safety feature that keeps the laser from firing when the door is open, set in a sensor, fired the laser on it, and took notes as to how many J/cm2 it delivers at each % of output. Then the computer looks at my request, compares it with that table, and sets the output level at that given by the table to yield the result I want.

Expect that sometime between installation and when I first noticed the problem something has gone wrong, so that it simply isn't giving as much energy as it did when that table was created, so now when I ask for 7 J/cm2 it uses the 40% output that it thinks ought to be good enough, but really, we need 60% these days.

Eventually the technician had enough information that he was ready to actually open up the machine and get to work, but first he needed lunch. He didn't really want me present for the opening thing up and changing stuff with the optics, saying that I wouldn't be able to help, and he didn't really want someone else in the room when the laser was unshielded. So, it being plenty late enough to do so, I went home for the day, enjoying a nice walk through a forest of snow-covered trees.

That gave me time for a short nap (~20 min), some food (baked a yummy cornbread) and a good book, running a load of laundry, and a bit more snow shoveling, before it was time to head to uni for the Frostheim social/crafts night.

I brought my dulcimer, which seriously needed tuning after the temperature changes this week, and made some progress on my tunic in progress. This week there were four of us for most of the evening, but a friend who can't eat gluten dropped by on his way to his martial arts session to try the cornbread, since I had told him I was bringing it).

We had my senior apprentice working on her wool dress, the friend from Phire who didn't make it to this morning's workout, working on her wool dress, me working on my wool tunic, and a really cute new guy, working on some chain mail project he started working on three years ago (he is so in the right place!) It was a lovely time, and I was quite surprised when the apprentice's husband returned to pick her up, as I didn't think it was that late.

As we were packing up to go I looked at my phone, and saw that my service technician had sent me a text message at 19:30 saying he was finally done for the day, having found the root cause and started the repair, and suggesting that I meet him tomorrow at 10:00. I am glad I didn't stick around till he was done!

From there I went over to the local grocery store to pick up my package, since I had received a text message earlier in the day saying it was in. But we also needed a few things from the store, so I filled a basket first. Then, when I had found everything I wanted, I looked at the line to deal with the one human on duty, and went over to the self-scanning station, and checked myself out. Then I hopped in the car and went home, and it wasn't till I pulled into the driveway that I realized that I hadn't picked up the package. Oops! I have now added it to the calendar for tomorrow, so hopefully I will remember.

However, the self-annoyance at forgetting the package was completely overshadowed by the joy at discovering that lord_kjar, who had stayed home from Frostheim to finish up a few things for work, had finished up the shoveling while I was gone.

Now I should do yoga, before lord_kjar puts down that nyckleharpa he just started playing...