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 It has been a busy ten days since my last post...
 
Most of this time has been spent on fixing up the bathroom.  It looked pretty horrid when we bought the house, filthy, with many tiles falling off the wall, and water-damaged wallpaper, and the sink not even attached to the wall (we found it on the basement floor!), so the first week we had the house we cleaned it, replaced the loose tiles, and attached the sink, to make it useable, and have been carefully ignoring the remaining issues since.  I have a daydream of remodeling it completely, replacing the old tub, sink, and toilette with new ones that show less wear and tear, but far more than that I want a second bathroom, most especially a second toilette, so the upstairs bathroom has been pretty low on the priority list, since one wants the new bathroom in place before gutting the old one, and we haven't gotten to putting in the new one yet.
 
However, they recently redid the basement bathroom at Keldor's work, after which his boss was going to throw away the leftover wet room paint and wallpaper. Keldor kindly offered to haul that away for him, and then suggested that we do a partial renovation on the upstairs bathroom, thereby solving its biggest problem: sitting showers.  Since the house was built in 1956, it has no waterproofing at all on the walls. The person who built it installed a bathtub, and never considered that someone in the future might want to shower instead, but the previous owner changed out the bath tap to include an optional flexible shower head, and he mounted a wall holder for the shower head, and, clearly, showered standing up, letting the water run on the walls and down to the tiles (which go only half way up the wall), and behind the tiles (which is why they were coming off).  We didn't want to add to the damage he'd caused, so we have been showering sitting down, taking care to not splash water up above the tiles. This isn't optimal, but it works.
 
So solve this problem we took everything off the walls, save for the medicine cabinet, which is also the source of the only lighting in the room, and painted a layer of wallpaper sealer over the old wall paper. Then we added a couple of layers of wet room paint to all of the walls and the ceiling before adding the special fibreglass wallpaper to the walls, and the extra layer of waterproofing glue over that, before doing the final couple of coats of paint with the wet room paint. We also stripped the paint off of the radiator, and re-painted it with special radiator paint. Perhaps later we will see about repairing the chips in the bathtub. 
 
This took days to accomplish, as we needed to let it dry in between each step. Therefore, last night was the first time we could put things back on the walls, and test the shower. It seems to work--the water that hit the wall just beaded up and stayed on the outside. We are looking forward to the arrival of the shower curtain we have ordered. If you want to see the progress photos, they are over on FB
 
In the meantime, I got approval from my boss for my job at Umeå to do a delayed start to that job--instead of starting with them week 36 as planned, I will start a late summer job with Norrbottens Museum as an archaeologist on a dig in the Kiruna area, investigating some hearths. The museum job goes from weeks 35 to 38, and I will start the Umeå job week 39. I had given notice on my cleaning job as soon as I got the offer from Umeå, and when I heard about the possibility for the archaeology job I negotiated an end date that would give me a couple of weeks between the jobs.
 
Since I have to be in Kiruna week 35, I have decided to go to Lofoten and volunteer at the Viking museum there for just over a week before heading to Kiruna. Therefore my plan is:
 
Tonight after Keldor is home from work we drive the car to the shop in Robertsfors, half an hour south of here, and leave it there (and take his home). Tomorrow afternoon I take the bus down and pick up the car after they finish fixing the "drivkunt". Then I load the car (I am already mostly packed) and head to Lofoten. If I am lucky the job contract for the archaeology job will arrive in today's mail (they thought it should have been here already on Thursday), and I can sign it and send it back. If not, I will take the north and then east route to Lofotr, and stop by Luleå on the way to sign a new copy of the contract (I just sent them an email letting them know of this option. Otherwise I will head straight inland and northeast from here, going through Arjeplog to Bodø and then take the ferry. Google says that there is only about 15 minutes difference in travel times, both take around 12 hours driving time (if one happens to arrive in Bodø at the correct time to drive straight onto the ferry) for the two routes, but the intensity of beautiful mountain views happens sooner on the inland first route, and one can rest on the ferry. So I hope the contract comes before I leave.

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When last I did an SCA related post we were just home from Double Wars, and I have been too busy to post since, so time for a catch-up post!

The weekend after Double Wars was Gränstaverna. That event is held on Seskärö, an island near the border between Sweden and Finland. Since we were heading north we packed everything on Thursday, I did Friday morning's cleaning of the Health Center on Thursday evening, and then we drove to Keldor's dad's in Skelleftåhamn with the cats, and slept there. That meant that after he got done with work on Friday (I brought my computer and did stuff at his dad's) we had only 3 hours to drive to site, instead of more than 3.5, and the cats could stay at their summer home and be fed daily by one of Keldor's cousins, who dropped by. The event was wonderful, as we have come to expect from events done by the Torno group--delightful company, a pretty site, lots of fun things to do. After spending two weeks at Double Wars, where spring had already given way to summer like conditions it was a bit of a contrast to see how much ice was still on the water when we arrived on Friday (and how much had vanished by Sunday when it was time to leave--spring in the north is a very fast time of transition). But all too soon the event was over, and it was time to head south, pick up the cats, and go home.

The following week I did the job interview that I posted about. It was a lovely chat with interesting people, one of whom seems to be a kindred spirit, and I felt that if they offered me the job I would accept, but I was also very aware that they are interviewing five people, and have only one position. Therefore, after the interview I pushed aside all job thoughts and focused on getting ready for the trip to Ireland, which was the first event we put on our calendar for the year...
Prologue )

For the flights to Ireland we had booked travel from Stockholm Arlanda Airport, with the thought of driving down to the airport. As the event drew closer we saw the Majgreve event in Stockholm advertised, and noticed that it was the weekend after Gränstaverna, and before Strawberry Raid. We also realised that we had booked the flights for the Monday after Majgreve. Thus a plan was formed, and this is how it played out...
Irish adventures )
the road trip home and Coronation )
Now our busy event every weekend spring and early summer is drawing to a close. On Friday is the picnic in Uma for midsummer, then Broken Arrow the following week, and Skellefteå Medeltidsdagar the week after. We haven't made any travel plans after that, yet, though there are some tempting events coming up on the calendar.
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It is now almost a week since we arrived on site, and there was so much more to it than just Keldor's Writ that feels worth recording, so I will give it a try, and see what I can remember.

Friday evening was the usual; catch up with people I haven't seen in a long time, and get to know a few new people, both of which was lovely. Of course I sat in the hall and made progress on my sewing as I did.  I don't recall how much, if anything, I have mentioned about this project already, so...  At Drachenwald 30 Year coronation last summer Keldor saw someone wearing a Viking Age tunic in Byzantine style, and decided he wanted one.  He didn't remember to take a photo of the tunic that inspired him, but Duke Rolf in the West has often worn Byzantine tunics, so we looked at some of those photos to decide what to make Keldor.  He found some affordable black linen, and we stumbled upon a fancy gold brocade tablecloth in a second hand store and thought they would look good together, and suit him.  However, this autumn and winter have been unusually busy. I managed to make a pattern for the neckline in September, but didn't find time to start cutting the body rectangles and sleeves and attach them to one another till mid November. At Glotta Gillet, at the end of November, I managed to cut the brocade for the neckline and start attaching it to the body, and then found time to work at it again at Reengarda's crafts afternoon on my birthday in December.  I didn't touch it again till January 1st, after I had started recovering from the push to finish the thesis enough to submit on 30 Dec.  At that point I wondered aloud if it might be possible to finish it on time for Keldor to wear at 12th Night, and he was very skeptical about my chances, since I was sewing by hand, and project creep meant that in addition to gold brocade trim on black fabric, I was also doing purple osenstich embroidery along the seams between the gold and black, and decided to do some very simple outline embroidery in the diamond shaped bits of the trim. 

more sewing details )

All of above, plus additional sewing time during the conference and travel to 12th Night had the costume almost useable by Friday evening, so at 21:45 I set aside that project and joined the sewing party in the Royal Meeting room, where I had lots of fun sewing meters worth of possament that her Royal Highness had made to the dress she would wear the next day.  I didn't manage to get all of it done, but when I finally put the project down at 04:45 Saturday morning I had both dragon heads and some of their upper body done (including beads for their eyes), which seemed to be good symbolism--the dragons are just starting to rise out of the ocean (blue dress) at the start of their reign, but will become more and more visible as it progresses.  One of the fun bits of the evening was around 01:40, when their soon to be Majesties heard that I had gotten Keldor's tunic *mostly* good enough to wear for morning court, but that it would be good to change out some safety pins for basting threads, and do a better job tacking down the edges of a couple of bits. Since they had plans for Keldor in court they happily helped me with that basting, as I kept going with her dress, and both outfits were wearable for court!

Most events it is Keldor who is up talking until 04:00 or 05:00, and I who goes to bed around midnight. Therefore I got a few comments from people who were on their way to bed and saw me still up and sewing, hours after Keldor had given up and went to sleep (the generosity of Erich Olavsson Haane with tasty things to drink certainly contributed to Keldor's readiness to sleep). Strangely, even though I was getting tired by 04:00, it was more knowing that I *should* sleep for a while before morning court that got me to put the project down. That and how tired the others (who were working on Stigot's Coronation tunic) looked. Therefore, when they finished that tunic and I was at a good pause point for Lofnheiðr's dress, I put it down, did my yoga, and went to bed.

I woke on Saturday with energy and in a happy mood, despite the short hours of sleep. Keldor wasn't quite so chipper. I told him how late I had been up sewing for Lo, and then suggested that he put on his new tunic for morning court. His first reply was "I don't have a new tunic", as he was convinced I couldn't possibly have managed to finish enough to wear it whilst I was sewing someone else's clothes. I smiled, took it out of the bag, handed it to him, and said "yes you do".  His surprise was so much fun!  We got dressed and went up to the hall, where Lofnheiðr asked me "have you shown him the photo yet?", he said "what photo?" to which I replied:

royal sewing help

And he laughed and confessed that he now understands how I was able to pull off making it wearable while doing her sewing.  Soon it was time for court, wherein Sven and Siobhan gave out some backlog scrolls, then some well-deserved awards, including a Queen's order of Courtesy for Ellisif, and an Albion for Vilhelm.  

The Coronation was wonderful.  First Stigot came in to claim his due, and they asked who will reign by his side, so he answered as they do in the old sagas with a Norse-style poem/riddle (but in English):
 
She will be dressed as me, but not quite the same
She will be taler then any one, but still her own height
She will be walking, but standing.

Then in came the answer to his riddle, the wise and beautiful Lofnheiðr, standing tall upon a shield, being carried by four strong warriors. I really loved the effect, even though I knew it was coming, having heard mention of the plan the night before.

They did the usual Coronation ceremony, with Sven and Siobhan Crowning their heirs in unison, followed by fealty from all the usual officers, peers, and anyone else who wanted to swear. Then they surprised Keldor, and their first court was over. After court there was a bit of time to congratulate people before lunch, and then Keldor and I went upstairs to get him into the armour he'd borrowed from Sir Jon so he could enter the Queen's Champion tournament.  That accomplished I got my own lunch, and looked in at the market. Someone was selling a pair of orange hose in a lovely twill fabric that I thought Keldor would like. Since he and I have no problem wearing one another's trousers I tried them on, saw that they were a good enough fit, and took one leg with me to show Keldor, to see if he was interested. Yes, yes he was, so I did a quick quest for the seller, which turned out to be easy, as he was armouring up right next to us.  He agreed to trade us that pair of orange hose, and a pair of dark grey/blue with thin red lines making a diamond pattern (much more my colour) for either one of Keldor's knives, or, if Keldor is willing, a period-style awl.  (He has since sent us a sketch and some documentation for the awls, and Keldor will try making a handful to see how they go--forging at that small of a scale has its challenges, but he thinks he will be able to do it, and it sounds like a fun challenge).

Because I was upstairs for the tournament I didn't really get to participate in the Peer Garden--I did take one of the flowers, but while I spoke to many delightful people, some of whom were at their first event, no one asked me any questions that are at all related to Order of the Laurel.  I would have liked to have actively participated, but I didn't wish to miss the salutes from my champion during the tournament.  Keldor had a lot of fun in the tourney. He did get a minor injury--the first loaner helmet didn't fit him quite properly, so that one face shot brought something into contact with his forehead. He didn't notice that it had done any actual damage till later, when he was out of the helmet for a break, and Jon noticed the darkness of the fabric on Keldor's forehead, and wondered if that was blood or sweat.  We lifted up the fabric, and saw that, yes, he was bleeding. So Jon suggested that Keldor use the other loaner helmet (which Keldor had repaired last summer so that Jon would have an extra loaner helm), so he did, and there were no further problems. After his shower we found a bandaid in the building first aid kit that was a brilliant shade of dayglow yellow/green that he wore for a couple of hours, before changing it out to a smaller round one in a bright shade of happy blue, just exactly big enough to cover the small hole in his head, which has since healed up nicely.

After the tournament I was feeling super tired, and seriously contemplated heading back to the cabin to take a nap, even though I knew that if I did I would likely sleep through next court. However, then I saw Aethstan, who was arranging the shuttles to the train station the next day, and realized that I really shouldn't put off making those plans any longer, so waved at him, and he started to come over, and just then a couple of new people came up to him with a question.  That totally takes precedence, so I sat and waited. Their conversation took long enough that after he came and helped me figure out what time we needed to get the train in order to be at the airport in good time, and thus what time we needed a shuttle in the morning, it was time to rearrange furniture for afternoon court, so I didn't go back to the room, but instead helped a little with set up, and then settled down into a seat up front, and resumed work on the embroidery stitch around the trim on Keldor's new tunic (after fighting he'd put on an older silk tunic that I had made for Crian when we were together, and which Crian gave back to me when he decided not to play SCA any longer).

I was very glad to have attended court--I was tired enough I can't recall every award, but I recall the joyful surprise shown by Aelric of Battle when he was chosen as Queen's champion (for extreme chivalry and joy displayed under the tournament), and his surprise when the Knights pulled him from behind the throne and presented him to their Majesties to be presented with a Writ to contemplate joining the order of Chivalry.  I was very pleased, as when they called for the Knights, and it was clear that "their number is not complete", my mind went through the list of unbelted fighters who had participated in the tournament that day, and came to the conclusion that Aelric was a good choice before the choice was revealed.  There was also much joy for the Writ to contemplate joining the Order of the Pelican for Alienor de Salignac, but I wasn't close enough to see her reaction, and I don't recall any sort of humorous set up for that one.  I will blame my then-sleepy state for my inability to remember the other awards from that court, but I do know that they were all well deserved.

For the feast they had tried a new thing--making it possible to sign up to sit in a specific place by filling in your name on a seating chart in advance, which I gather worked very well for some people, and not at all for those who were late to find out about it and thus the parts of the hall where they would have chose to sit (if they had known about it on time) were no longer available. It didn't really matter for me--all of the feast servers were sitting together at one table, which was longer than we needed, and our head server wrote our names randomly on that table long before I knew the sign up was a thing, but told us all that it didn't matter where at the table we sit, so long as we kept the space at the end closest to High Table for the mother of the two children who had been invited to sit at High Table with their Majesties.  On the chart the spot reserved for the mother was the right hand corner of the table, so when it came time to put out feast gear I put stuff for Keldor on the left corner, and a little extra stuff next to him to mark a spot for me. Then we reported for duties as servers, got our (plastic) holly wreath crowns so that people could easily see who is serving (and the two servers for high table also got wings, because wings), and served the first course. When we went to sit down there was a lady sitting alone at our end of the table eating from the feast gear we had put out for Keldor. Yes, the mother of the kids sitting at high table, who had been told she would sit at that end of the table, and that feast gear would be provided.  I assured her she was very welcome to continue using that feast gear, and went and got a second set from Maggie's box (we hadn't brought any ourselves, as we flew carry on, so Maggie brought her extra sets for us), and we had a nice time chatting with her during the feast. (The next day I found out that when Aethstan went to that table with the feast gear she was meant to borrow he saw what looked like a single serving already set up for her, assumed that someone else had already taken care of it, and put his set away.)

During the feast there was pleasant conversation, randomly interspersed entertainment, a small bit of court business (mostly thanking the kitchen crew) and the traditional toasts. The three act play was very silly, which feels like a terrible thing to say about a tragedy in which everyone save the Little White Kitten with the Pink paddy Paws (the title character) dies, but it kept us laughing, even through the multiple deaths. The other entertainment was a live action explanation of why the event tokens contained both a carp and a goat, and when Aethstan called for volunteers to be the Fine, Upstanding Citizens of the town I was one of them that came forward, and we had fun being Fine and Upstanding, and all the other things that Aethstan's narration called for. This was in marked contrast with the people chosen to play the Terrible Folk besieging our town.  Luckily, our town had the goat (Duchess Siobhan), who did a beautiful goat-dance on the town ramparts to convince the invaders that we still had plenty of food, despite weeks of siege, and they departed, leaving us in peace.  (I think you had to be there...)

Aethstan had made some announcements during the course of the feast, and for the last one said "this is the last announcement", and everyone applauded.

After the last course of the feast was served I was feeling super tired and ready to go to bed, and said as much. Then I saw Aethstan providing bunny ears, tails, bow ties, and glasses with fake noses and mustaches to a few topless men who were getting ready to clean the kitchen, and I hurried over to join them, took of my tunic, added the accessories, and we all (a rabbit-eared Laurel, a rabbit-eared Pelican, a rabbit-eared Knight, and a cat-eared Little White Kitten with Pink Piddy Paws) marched/danced one lap around the hall singing about how the party is starting in the kitchen. This was a creative way to call attention to the fact that we needed help in the kitchen, without doing one more announcement.  Then we went to the kitchen and started cleaning, and singing, and having lots of fun. Some people laughed at us, but others joined us for the kitchen cleaning party.  I stayed in that party till I had put all of the leftover food I could find into bags or bowls in the fridge, and started cleaning work surfaces. Then I stepped in a puddle deep enough to soak right through my nålbinded socks, and decided I had had enough.  So I went back to the hall, returned the bunny accessories, and put my tunic on. Then Keldor mentioned that they were dancing upstairs, so I hurried upstairs and danced. So much fun!

I eventually went to bed at 01:00, which meant I had enough sleep to be able to pack up early enough to be able to help with a bit of cleaning in the hall before we needed to leave for the train station.  All in all it was a wonderful event, and I enjoyed every minute of it!

The flight home involved two trains and four flights, but we made every connection, and managed to get home not long after midnight, and spent a good ten minutes after going to bed telling one another what a wonderful event it had been, and sharing reminances.  
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 Weeks ago the car didn't pass inspection because of brakes wearing out in back, and a "spindelled" (literally spider-arm, but I have no idea if that is what it is called in English) needing help in front. Keldor tried to deal with the breaks himself, but failed to get them off one evening because he didn't have the correct, special tool for that brand car, and then again some time later, after he borrowed the correct special tool for that brand car, still couldn't get them off. At which point we booked time at a service station, told them we already had the breaks, but we still need the spindelled, and tomorrow was the earliest we could be seen (which meant we went back to the inspection place and said "we tried, now we have an appointment", so they re-inspected it to give us a new deadline by which to have it done.

We called two different workshops--one in town (35 minutes north of here, but if we went there he could drive in on his way to work, and have a colleague pick him up there and take him to work), and one 20 minutes south. The one to the south gave an estimate during the first call and booked us right away, the other said they would get back to us with an estimate, and then never did. You can guess who got our business.

However, they don't open tomorrow till 07:00 , and Keldor is normally at work by 06:30, so there is no point in waiting till they open to drop the car off, since he wouldn't make it to work till around 8:00 at that point. So I called, and they have a place where one can just drop the keys into a thingie where they are out of reach. Therefore this morning I rode in with Keldor to work, and then took the car home again directly, and after work he took the company car home and we both drove down to the workshop, left the car, and came home in his work car.

He was pretty certain he knew were we were going, having once picked up his brother from a workshop in Ånäset, and he didn't think there would be more than one workshop in a town that small. But I had no idea, so I had google maps navigating as I drove. As we approached the right area Google said to take the next left, and then immediately turn right. We were talking on the phone, so I relayed the info, and he was confused, as he thought we should go past that intersection and then turn left into the parking lot. However, he guessed that perhaps we weren't going to where he thought we were, so we listened to Google. 

It turns out that it wanted us to take a small road through forest and the occasional house, then take a very, very sharp right onto a small dirt road, which has been driven on a couple of times since it snowed a couple of weeks ago, but most of the snow is still 20 cm thick, and it has been raining all day on top of the snow. Nope. Not going to risk it, we would get stuck. (The rest of the roads in this area are bare, wet pavement, having been ploughed after snowfall a couple of weeks ago, and temperatures above freezing the last few days having melted what was left, it was only that un-ploughed road which has any snow at all.)

But when we drove past the turn GoogleMaps rerouted, and said to keep going forward, and then take a right back onto the highway. So we did.  Then it suggested we drive forward, past our destination, take the turn we took before, and then that small un-ploughed road back to the destination, which is right on the highway.

I have no idea why it didn't want us to just turn into the driveway of the business, which opens on the highway, but the map was totally convinced it wasn't an option. We ignored it, and turned in to the driveway. It worked beautifully. Keldor looked at the fence around the building and said that he was glad we rejected the un-ploughed road, as we would have wound up on the wrong side of that. I looked, and pointed out that no, the tiny road really does come up to the parking lot--if we had been willing to take the road, and we didn't get stuck in the slush, it would have worked. I am so glad we didn't try it.  I hope that the map noticed that we just turned in where we did, and made a note of it that it is possible.


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On Thursday morning last week Keldor was feeling recovered from the cold he'd had at the beginning of the week, and I was showing no symptoms, so we decided that yes, we can go to Crown. However, since he'd been sick and thus had had no energy to do the armour repairs that we had determined were needful when we armoured up the week before, we had Thursday during the day to do them, in addition to packing.  We managed to get it all done, and got on the road by 17:00. First stop (after leaving the cat's at his dad's for the weekend) was in Luleå, to drop off the box of Halloween stuff my friend L had bought from someone who lives a five minute walk from me, so I picked them up for her (weeks ago), and this was the first chance to deliver them.

Then we drove over to the normal Thursday evening folk dance session (that I used to attend when I lived there), and I got in three quick dances before we continued on our way (total time elapsed from arriving there to departing: 20 minutes. Value in terms of joy from seeing old friends and getting to dance? Priceless!)

Then we went on to Oulu, arriving at my apprentices apartment around 23:00, where stayed up talking probably later than we should have, but we don't get to see one another in person often.

Friday we were on the road again around 09:00, which got us to site at around 18:00.  As we were checking in, we were summoned away from the table to feast our eyes on the beautiful "stained glass" windows they had made, showing all of the couples entering in the tournament:

"stained glass" image of the entrants in Crown

Because I was fighting for Keldor, and he for me, and that brought the total number of couples to an even number, the artist drew us twice, once with me in armour, and he holding a rose, and once with he in armour and me holding a rose. I really, really love this!  They used photos of the fighters in garb and in armour to make us all recognisable!  The best part? The whole is made up of individual panels, so everyone who is featured in the art got to take their panel home with them. So we now have ours in the living room window.

I asked her how she did it, and it turns out that she used coloured silkespapper (tissue paper) and intarsia technique, and then laminated the result.  Therefore, before I even finished that conversation I found a source for a packet of silkespapper, in all the colours. I am so going to use the technique for decorating events!  Alas, I don't think the paper will arrive on time to be useful for Oktoberfest, which is in one more week.

Friday evening I went to bed early (just after 22:00), so that I would be well rested for the tournament, and, even more importantly from my perspective, our boasts. After the tournament I noticed that there was a merchant table selling ceramic stuff, which made me realize that I had forgot to set up our box of stuff for sale (oops). But, of course, the first thing I did was go look at what she had.  One quick glance was enough for me to hurry over to Keldor and summon him to the table.  He has been actively looking for a "big enough" tea mug for a long time. This merchant, Savivompatti, had lots of "big enough" tea mugs to choose from!  After looking at all the options, he bought one of the octopus ones, and he is very happy with it.

Then he returned to fight pickups and packed away his mug and my armour, took a shower, and then got permission from the autocrat to put Keldor's axes and knives and other stuff for sale on a table, and made a quick announcement that they were there. We didn't really expect any sales, but one woman really liked his unfinished knife with copper in the blade, and the unfinished knife where he had layered stainless steel and hardened steel (just to try it, as it isn't easy to weld them together), but she thought that they would be out of her price range. I told her that he loves to barter, and introduced them, and they agreed to a trade--he will make her a new knife, with a copper layer in it, and do something nice for a handle, and she will do him a metal brocaded silk tablet woven band.  He is pretty certain that he will win on this trade.

I even managed to join in the afternoon "group singing, mostly in Finnish" a bit before going to the Laurel meeting. They offered me a paper with the lyrics, but for me it is easier to read lips to sing along with a song I don't know, in a language I don't speak, and I enjoyed the session. I would have loved to have had more time for that, but it wasn't an option. After the meeting Keldor and I looked at the Ferry schedule and cost, and decided that it wouldn't cost any more to take the ferry home than it would to drive the full length of Finland and then over and south to Lövånger again, so we booked the Sunday evening Ferry. This turned out to be a very good thing.

Friday evening I was on retainer duty, so I served high tabel, and took my duties seriously enough that I even rinsed their bowls after the soup in the first course.  During the feast there was more singing (mostly in Swedish, with some English), and there was a short session of dancing, so the event included at least a little of everything I love most about the SCA (my top four, in alphabetical order: company, crafts, dance, song, closely followed by "everything else!").

Towards the end of the feast my energy suddenly vanished, so as soon as I had served the final course of food I returned to the cabin and got ready for bed (note that 4 others in the cabin, all of whom had participated in the tournament, were doing the same). My nose started running as I returned to the cabin, and I wondered if it was the temperature difference between the hall and outside, or if I was getting sick? So I took a hot shower and put tiger balm on my nose, which cleared things up beautifully, and went to sleep.

Sunday morning as I packed and loaded the car my nose was again runny every time I went outside. Temperature difference? Getting sick? I tried to keep a bit of a distance from others, and for those that got hugs, I kept my head turned well away, just in case. Keldor was still feeling healthy, having recovered from last week's cold, but he mentioned that during the tournament he noticed that most of the sound in his right ear had gone away, which was a bit annoying.

By the time we started driving I was feeling really tired, so I was glad we only had the four hour drive to the ferry terminal, rather than needing to do 13 hours driving time all way way home. Around 14:30 I suddenly felt like I wanted ice cream.  Normally I eat only homemade ice cream, but on some road trips I will make an exception, as one can't really make ice cream whilst driving. Besides, sharing photos of road trip ice cream is a Drachenwald thing. So we pulled into the next supermarket we passed and had a look. They had the standard large plastic boxes of super sweet commercial ice cream (no thanks), and some tubs of Ben and Jerry's (I know many people love that, but I don't like chocolate, and all of their flavours included chocolate), and a few flavours of a locally produced ice cream from Närpes Glassfabrik (this is a Swedish speaking part of Finland, so while the company also has a Finnish name, the packaging was mostly in Swedish). The store we were in was small, but they had four flavours of Närpes ice cream to choose from:  Banana toffee (nope, Keldor doesn't care for banana flavoured things, even though he eats banana), raspberry licorice (nope, I don't like licorice), white chocolate with strawberry sauce (nope, I don't like chocolate), and old fashioned bourbon vanilla (we have a winner!)

On our way out of the store I bought a packet of roasted almond pieces, and we happily ate ice cream with almond sprinkels till the container was empty and I had completely licked the box clean. That was amazing. If you are ever in southern Finland, try Närpe's ice cream--they make it by hand in small batches, and it is yummy!

We arrived at the Ferry terminal around  17:00, and I lay down on the bed in the back of the van and slept while Keldor started writing his event "berättelse".  I woke up when it was time to board the ferry, and we found the "comfort lounge" that we had paid for. comfort. Humph. Not so much. The chairs there recline a little, but so not enough!  I am a side or belly sleeper, I can't/won't sleep on my back, nor sitting up.  Also, the pairs of seats have armrests between them so one can't even cuddle up and snooze on one's partner.  Luckily, the floor is carpeted, so I did my yoga, and then lay down on the floor at his feet and hugged his foot  as I slept (he is happy to sleep in the chairs provided, mutant that he is).

We reached Umeå at 23:00, and he had the energy to drive us all the way to his dad's house, where I took a hot shower, and was in bed by 01:30.  Since he was still having problems hearing in his right ear he decided that rather than trying to work on Monday he would plan to sleep in till it was late enough to call our local health center and book an appointment to get it checked out. I was totally ok with sleeping in, especially as I was by then pretty certain that I was fighting off a cold (I have no idea if it was the same one he'd had the week before, which, according to the test he took then, wasn't covid, or something else).

Once he'd done his call we drove the cats home, and I went straight back to bed for a nap, not getting up and having breakfast till after 13:00! I took it easy for the rest of Monday, and by Tuesday morning I was feeling better, and resumed working on my thesis. So whatever I had, it didn't bother me long, and the only symptoms were being tired (which part could have been nothing more than doing a roadtrip, event, and tournament) and a a couple of hours with a slightly runny nose and a little bit of something that was almost, but not quite, a sore throat.  Hopefully no one else got it.

His call to the health center got him an appointment for Thursday, during which the doc saw nothing wrong with his ear, and hypothesized that the cold he'd had caused some fluid to get backed up in the wrong area near his ear, partially blocking sound. So he's been prescribed some nose spray to use once a day for the next several, and if that doesn't clear it up make a new appointment.




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I stayed up late Thursday last week working on the thesis. One of my last tasks of the day was to compile the document from Scrivener to Word format, and then upload it to the University's OneDrive so my supervisors can see it there, and the comments that the other makes, rather than emailing them each a copy of the document and not being able to see what the other said.  I didn't know the uni had this option available till fairly recently, when I emailed someone something, and the email program suggested uploading it to onedrive instead, so I thought I would give it a try. I will be still doing my writing in Scrivener, but I will echo changes to that document, hopefully daily, right before I do my daily backup to David's server in Luleå. That upload happened just before midnight, and, because I had done so much during the day, running the synchronisation/backup took long enough to not only do yoga, but do a bit of tidying up around the house, and I didn't get to bed till 01:30.

Got up as usual at 05:20 so I could kiss Keldor goodbye and talk with him on the phone as he drives 35 minutes to work (and make progress on sewing, mending, or other easy to do task whilst talking). Then I settled into the computer to see what I could accomplish before my 10:00 meeting with my supervisor, and was surprised to see that she'd made comments on the thesis document between when I uploaded it and midnight her time!  During the meeting she said that she's trying to find better work life balance and not work evenings and weekends because her family needs her, but not only was she out of office all summer with field work and conferences, and then sick for a week, but she returned to the office last week to learn of the death of a student, and many books destroyed by flooding in the building, so that was the only time she had a chance to look at what I have been up to (and I am not the only one of her students in thesis write up mode and giving her chapters regularly).  I wish there was something I could do to help her, but there really isn't.

As soon as that zoom call ended I went to the kitchen and baked some road food. I wanted something that would be easy to eat in the car, and I felt like experimenting, and oh, my! Was that experiment a winning success!!!!  So Yummy!

Baked rice cups

I started with a 500 g package of pre-cooked rice porridge and stirred in something like (I didn't actually measure, so these are rough guesses):

  • 3 eggs
  • 0.25 c almond meal
  • 0.5 c sunflower seeds
  • 0.5 c pumpkin seeds
  • 1 T flax seeds
  • 1 T sesame seeds
  • 1 T home-dried mushroom powder
  • 1 T nettle powder
  • 0.5 c frozen chopped kale, thawed
  • 0.5 c frozen chopped spinach, thawed
  • 1 T nutritional yeast
  • garlic powder, onion powder, pepper, nutmeg, soy sauce
Then I scooped it into 20 silicone muffin cups and baked them at 200° C till they were cooked through, solid, and had lightly browned bottoms (not that one could see that the bottoms were brown till removing them from the cups)

They are amazing, and taste good both cold and warm, which made them great food to take with me this weekend (I ate a couple right out of the oven, took 8, and left 9 for me to eat yesterday and today after we returned).

Keldor got home from work (earlier than normal, because it is a road trip day) around the time they came out of the oven, and we then started packing. Ideally we would have packed earlier in the week and loaded the van on Thursday evening, but thesis work...

While packing I needed to take a bit of a break and put some ice on my poor toe, which was in the wrong place when I dropped the lid of one of my tourney chests, which, of course, landed, corner, first on the toe. Once it felt a little better I resumed packing.



We still managed to get everything together and were in the car around 16:30. We stopped at the store on the corner for him to get an ice cream for the road (I had my rice cups, and wasn't interested in anything else), and were driving by 16:47. The drive was long enough that I was able to type up notes from my meeting before I forgot, and catch up on several days worth of email (I had accidently disabled notifications earlier in the week, and was so busy working on my thesis I hadn't noticed till then).

We arrived on site at 22:00, which meant that gate was still open, so we checked in, set up our bed and stuff in the corner, changed into costume, and set out the door with a small group of others, to walk from the crash space hall to the other hall where the main event would be.  I was feeling tired (see above time schedule and the lack of an afternoon nap), but wanted to see people. Then I noticed that my toe was hurting. It hadn't bothered me the whole drive, and wasn't a problem walking with my sandals on, as that supported the toe and kept it from bending enough to put pressure on the bruise, but when I had changed into costume I put on my Viking shoes, which have soft leather soles, and now each step bent my foot just enough to hurt.

So I kissed Keldor and said good night, and I returned to the crash space hall, did my yoga, and was in bed just after 23:30.  The next morning breakfast was served at the other hall, and the event announcement had said that most activities would be outdoors, so I put on some wool (and my sandals instead of my Viking shoes, as I didn't want my toe to hurt again) and we started walking.  At which point I discovered that the other hall is at the top of a hill, so my wool was rather warmer than I needed for the walk. Oops!

After breakfast I hurried back down the hill, as the event schedule had said there would be a trailer going from there to take armour up the hill for people "around 10:00", and while I had no intentions of fighting in the war (I like fighting in tourneys, I can't pay attention to enough directions at once to be interested in war fighting), I did have my rock carving stuff that I wanted to work on, and wanted to get it on the trailer. However, when I got there there was no one there, at all. No trailer. No people. Nothing.  I looked at my phone, it was 09:40.  "Around 10:00".  Was I early? Or had I missed it?  Hmmm.  Waited a bit. Tried calling the autocrat. No answer.  Sent her a text message, so she would know who the strange number was. by then it was 10:00.  I must have missed it. 

So I walked back up the hill, feeling pretty sad and unhappy that I had missed my chance to get my rock carving stuff up the hill (the event announcement had asked us not to drive to that part of the site unless we really needed to, and please don't park there). On the way up (I took the steep forest track) I found a few lonely blueberries, long abandoned by their comrades. The berries looked like they needed someone to love them, so I did, and made them one with me, and I was a little comforted. But I was still feeling down enough that when I got back to the event site and found Keldor, happily playing a game of Kub with bow and padded arrows (try to knock over wooden blocks with the arrow) for War Points, I wound up crying on his shoulder.  He comforted me, and sent me to Fardäng to ask about the trailer, who sent me to Mirya, who explained that the trailer never made the trip at all, as all the fighters decided to just put on their armour and walk up the hill. However, she said I could just drive my stuff up the hill myself, and showed me on the map how to go around by the highway to get to this area by car.

This I did, driving past the fighting field to get to the main area at the top of the hill. I unloaded my stuff under some trees, next to a bench (on the off chance that anyone might like to sit near me as I work and keep me company), and then I drove my car back to the fighting area just beyond the fighting field (a MUCH closer walk than all the way back to the hall, and only a slight change in elevation).

Then ate a jumme second breakfast (rice cups!) and then spent an hour and a half happily carviving my soapstone--the pot is starting to look like it really will be a pot someday:

soapstone pot in progress

Then it was time for lunch. The person serving asked everyone if they wanted Pannkakor or Plattar, which seemed weird to me, as I would have happily have eaten pannkakor (which, as everyone in northern Sweden knows, are baked in the oven), but they had only plattar available (which, as everyone in northern Sweden knows, are fried on the stove top).  So I ate plattar, with raspberry jam and whipped cream, and they were good (but not as good as pannkakor would have been, but, apparently, the war is about the correct term for plattar (which the southerners mistakenly call pannkakor), and not about which is better, pannkakor or plattar (the answer to which is, of course, pannkakor)).

Then I happily carved for another hour on my pot. Now and then as I carved people stopped by to look and say hello. One man walked past with to small children, who looked very interested, so I called them over, and let them try carving (read: let them hold the hammer and hit the chisel, which I held in the correct place, on the off chance they should hit hard enough to make a mark in the soft stone, which isn't very hard, but they weren't very big). Then I gave them each a small chunk of stone that had broken off from the pot earlier, and they went happily on their way. That evening their adult thanked me, and said that was the highlight of their war, and they are still talking about it.

Just when I was only a couple more spirals away from having finished this round of chiseling in the curving ridges and would have been able to start the hammaring smooth the surface again before starting the next layer down, the rain started gently falling.  So I covered my work with the ground cloth and hurried to get the car, getting back in good time to get everything into the car before it seriously started raining, which is good, as I really don't want the trough full of stone powder and rock chips (in which I cradle the pot as I carve) to fill with water and become mud. It is quite heavy enough as it is!

About then the tournament was over, so a couple of fighters tossed some of their armour in the car, and Keldor took off all of his armour so that he could drive back down the hill. (Having managed to turn the van around in that small space earlier, I didn't want to have to do it again--I don't care to back up a car even with good visibility, and our van lacks good visibility, and we haven't gotten around to buying a backup camera for it--perhaps when I finish the degree and get a job).

The crash space building also contains the local swimming pool, so the event team had wisely booked the pool, saunas and showers for the event's use from 15:00 to 17:00, so I joined the fighters in the after fighting sauna and swim before dressing in wool and walking back up the hill.  Fika had been on the schedule for 16:00, and I had assumed that we would be too late for that, but it was still out when we arrived, and what a display it was--lots of fresh fruit (including strawberries), spring rolls, cheese and crackers, cookies, and more. I ate some fruit and cheese and crackers, and called it dinner.

Around this time Jacquelyna, Drachenwald's Posthorn herald found us, and gave us her phone to fill in the special form giving consent for our modern names to appear on the new, improved, Kingdom OP, now compatible with mobile devices. The web page team has done a wonderful job "giving it a new paint job" (their words for the changes). In the process they decided to make it possible, for those of us who wish to do so, to have both our modern names and SCA names searchable. However, to ensure that it is all GDPR compliant, the only way to do this is to fill in the google form in the presence of Posthorn or a designated deputy, usually at an event.

Then there was a bit of time to chat with people before court. Court was nice, as always, other than I had no sewing to work on, since I knew we would be either outdoors, or under the open sided roof, and it would likely be dark, so I didn't bother to carry any up the hill (but I cuddled with Keldor instead, so that was a win).  Lots of well deserved awards.  After court it was time for me to report to the kitchen to serve the feast, which went smoothly.

During the banquette Fardäng announced the distribution of all of the war points (there being more southerners at the event than norrlanders, the people who think that plattar are called pannkakor seriously outnumbered us), but, once the totals were proclaimed, Princess Anna announced that it isn't seemly to fight over food, and from here on out we would call them vafflår (waffles).  There were many surprised (and indignant) noises at that, at which point Nordmark's seneschal stood and let us know that if we weren't satisfied with the result we should join her in Styringheim in December, when the time would be ripe to overthrow and replace the Prince and Princess. (or something to that effect, it was late and I was tired, but I think it was a call to rebellion, which would be easy to do in Styringheim--the people on the island of Visby are still miffed about that time Valdemar, king of Denmark, attacked and burned their town in the 1300's, so they would be keen to off-set a Prince Valdemar, who originally comes from Denmark).

Being tired, I went back down the hill early on Saturday, did my yoga, and was asleep before 22:00.  

Sunday morning I woke with some inspiration for how to provide that "narrative arc" to bind my thesis together, and took notes on that before we got up. We packed up and got on the road directly, not even going up the hill for breakfast, as we had plenty of food with us for the day. I drove, as he wanted to write up the story of the War (which he participated in every possible War point), as the chronicler had asked him to provide an entertaining write up. I drove us as far at Skuleberget, where we stopped for a hike up the mountain (of course), and then he took the wheel from there. We stopped also to do some grocery shopping for the week, at the big store in Örnsköldsvik, and again in Umeå at the aquarium store for him to get a few more fish for his tank, and were home by 17:30, giving time to put away things that needed to be dealt with directly, relax a fair bit, and do yoga before bed.

Yesterday was all thesis work, and today will be, now that I have taken the time to type this up before I forget. Hope all is well with you!





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My apprentice Bjarni followed us home after Frostheim Medieval days, and stayed here nearly a week, during which time we used an old sheet that came with the house to devise a pattern for Viking trousers for them which are only a little poofy, and fitted over the calf and use pretty much all of the 1.5 meters of really nice wool twill they bought at the event. Then we drew it out on the good fabric, marking every piece by pinning a label to it showing which direction is "up" on the trousers, and which is the outside of the fabric, and what piece it is. After triple checking the layout and measurements we cut the fabric and went looking for something to sew them with.

I prefer to use a decorative and heavy thread for osenstitch for seam finishing because the stitch is nice and elastic, and the seam becomes very durable. However, we have still never really sorted in the various yarns we got from Keldor's mom's stash, and we weren't finding anything of an appropriate weight in enough quantity for the project that I was willing to part with. Just as we were ready to give up and decide that we would have to go shopping the next day (which would mean riding in with Keldor to work at 05:30, and then waiting at his dad's till the stores open, then waiting for him to get off of work in the evening, since we still haven't had time to fix the brakes on his car) we found a ball of royal blue cotton yarn I had found at a second hand store (for 10 kr), with someone's crochet project still attached at one end. I had bought that intending it for seam finishing some of my own trousers, but given that we had only the one week to get this project (their first hand-sewing project) to a point where they can finish it on their own, I donated it to the cause, and we started sewing.

Back stitch for the first pass of the seams, and then fold the fabric edge under to make an external flat-felled seam using osenstitch. I prefer to work without pins, constantly adjusting the position of the fabric, and, for the finishing, rolling in the edge as I go, so that I never have pins stabbing me as I work. However, that is a lot of details to keep track of at once, so I pinned each seam Bjarni would work on (using safety pins for the first pass of each seam, positioned just past where the seam would go, so that they wouldn't even have to be removed as they stitched, but straight pins for holding the rolled edge in place for the second pass of each seam) and used chalk to draw a "sew here" line. Then we worked side by side, me on one leg, they on the other, starting with frequent "is this stich right?" questions that gradually decreased in frequency over the course of the week (sometimes the question got a "yes", and sometimes it got a suggestion for which direction the needle should move to give a better result).

By the time Saturday morning rolled around all of the pieces, save the waistband, had been attached to one another, and many of the seams had been finished. So I spent my fortnightly Zoom call with my sisters sewing on my own, to get the seam finishing past the seam junctions in the crotch of the trousers, and then worked on my own during the 1.5 hour drive to the Umeå ferry terminal to attach the waistband to the trousers.

We arrived before the ferry, so I kept sewing, and Bjarni, who was feeling the nerves that can come with an impending journey involving multiple public transit connections, opted to let me, but not sew themselves, which meant that I was able to get the waist seam finished, and, by the time it was time for them to board, there was only one leg seam left that they will need to finish on their own.

The apprentice safely on their way, we asked the GPS how to get to the store that sells fish for aquariums, and it soon had us turn off the main connecting road between the highway and the harbour area. A minute or two later we saw a sign that says "Skeppssättning". Neither of us knew that there were any ancient burials outlined with standing stones in the shape of a boat this far north, so, of course, we turned, and were soon admiring what the sing assured us is the furthest north example of such stone ship graves, which was located next to a couple of Bronze Age burial mounds. photos over on FB

Just a short way from there we found Smultronställen, a "handelsträdgård", so we stopped, looked around at the many trees and plants for sale, admired their cute little arch bridge, and sat for a bit in their garden as he enjoyed a coffee and cake and I tried their homemade mango ice cream before we bought a pear tree and two åkerbär (Arctic raspberry) plants. The pear tree we chose is a Vekovaja (Pyrus communis), which is described as:

Höstpåron zon 6

En rysk höstsort som ger stora (ca 170 g), saftiga frukter med rodnad på solsidan. Gott och friskt päron med sötsyrlig smak. Helt sjalv fertil.


Then we continued on our way and bought him some fish (20 of the cute little blue and red ones that like to stick together, plus 10 larger ones, (4 and 6), some of which are silvery and have graceful arching not-wisker things, and the others prefer to swim near the bottom (no, of course I didn't learn any of their names), before continuing over to Drake's to give him some scrap sheet metal for making helmets for their new fighters. We lucked out on timing on that delivery, as he'd baked some bread rolls, so he gave us a handful, still warm, which we happily ate while diving, two before we stopped at a grocery store to pick up some things that aren't available in the small store in our town, and the last as we left the city.

During the drive we passed a lot of cars from the 1950's, there having been a classic car event in Umeå this weekend, and at some point in the conversation the word Maserati was mentioned, at which point I a few words from the song ("My Maserati does 185, I lost my licence, now I don't drive..."), but he didn't recognize it, so, of course, I had to pair my phone to the car stereo, find the song on Youtube, and play it for him. He liked it, and countered with another good classic rock driving tune, so we spent the rest of the trip home listening to good music (and trying not to drive too fast), and pulled up to the house just as the last one (Still Rock and Roll to Me) ended.

The drive having been a fun date, we arrived home with good energy, so he cleaned the fish tank, installed the new pump we'd also bought, and replaced the behind the tank backdrop to one in a happier shade of blue before moving the fish in, while I changed the cat litter, washing the litter box and scrubbed the toilet, and vacuumed up the litter that didn't manage to stay in the box.

Then we planted the tree and the åkerbär and I moved enough things in the garage to be able to get the hose out of the closet in the garage and install it outside for the summer so we could water them.

By this time the artichoke (which I started cooking before all the other chores), had pretty much steamed enough to eat, so I melted some butter and added rosemary, garlic, lemon, and pepper to go with it for me, and he fried up a couple of spicy sausage to eat with the leftover soup from the other day for him.

Thus fed he took a nap on the couch, and I started some laundry, did a bit more filling in the low spots on the wall where the basement shower will be, and then did a bit more much-needed cleaning and organizing in the garage. I even finally went through the big bucket of broken tiles from the wall in the laundry room, and sorted it into organized piles by shape. I then boxed them up and put them in the closet, where we had previously packed the tiles that hadn't broken when we removed them.

Now that I have a rough idea how much of the white we have I can go look at the stacks of coloured tiles in the attic, and get an idea of if we have enough to do some sort of mosaic for the new shower enclosure, or if we are going to have to buy or scrounge more.
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When last I posted we'd sent laurel candidate number four (Erminegard) on vigil at Doube Wars, but the court for her elevation hadn't happened yet. It happened, it was another good ceremony, with many kind words spoken. It was the last court of the event, so it include other highlights, including the reading aloud of a story that the children on site had written together, using the help of dice, over the course of the event. This story will be published in English in Dragon's tale, and translations of it are planned to appear in some of the other newsletters, as appropriate.

Saturday was a start breaking camp day, so we spent much of the day packing and organizing stuff so that the things that we would need accessible for the drive would be so, and the things we wouldn't need again were ready to just load the next morning. Then we enjoyed the evening hanging out with people, soaking in the hot tub, and got to bed just after midnight.

We woke at 07:00, and managed to get the car loaded and us off site by 12:00, which was the published "site closes" time. The process took a little longer than usual because of the little green bugs, which had been all over everything for much of the event. They seemed to like to perch on the tent, especially on the peak of the roof. Then they died there, and more of them landed on the bodies. Or, perhaps, others landed on them whilst they were still alive, and the weight killed them? Whatever the reason, when we took down the tent it was covered in little green bugs, in places quite thickly, and the thickest at the peak, were it was more than 1 cm thick with little green bugs, most of which made no attempt to get away from the little hand-held broom/soft bristle brush I used to clean them off the tent, which is why I suspect that lots of them were dead before I dropped the tent. Ewww. Have I mentioned that I have only one phobia? Dead bugs, especially squished ones. I have never seen such a phenomena before, and I hope I never do again. Once was three times too many.

Have I mentioned that I hate ticks and little green bugs that coat pavilions? There are very few things in this world that I feel so strongly negatively about to use the word "hate", but these two, yup, this time, that's the right word. Other than that, I really recommend the event, and the little green bugs haven't attended in previous years, so hopefully won't come back next year.

We drove 12 hours on Sunday, with stops for adventure at Forsviksbruk, the location that appears in Jan Guillou's novels about Arn and the history of Sweden in the early middle ages--it is the place wherein Arn built some water-mill powered stuff. The real place also had lots of water mills doing things like driving hammers in the smithy, etc, in use right up through the 1800's. These days it is a tourist attraction, and a nice place to stop.

During that drive animal siting log read:

3 rovfågel
1 rovfågel
1 rovfågel
2 rovfågel
1 rovfågel
1 rovfågel
1 falk
14 dovhjort
1 kronhjort
(Forsviksbruk)
1 rådjur
2 rådjur
1 duvhök

Then we arrived at Tönnebro, where we slept for three hours, then I woke up enough to drive, and he slept in the passenger seat for another hour or two before he woke and took back the wheel.

Monday was a 9 hour trip, including stopping at Skulleberget to climb to the cave, so we were home at 13:20, which gave us time to unload everything and put a fair bit of it away before we drove up to Skelleftehamn to his dad's house, where the cats had been staying while we were gone.

We then spent the rest of the week there, so that he could work in the workshop on various projects for 30 year and not have to drive a half an hour afterwards (which, over the course of three days adds up to three extra hours available for projects), and I used the time to focus on my thesis work, jumping into writing chapter 3 from the notes I had made on artefacts back in 2018 when I first started the project.

I did take a break during the day on Wednesday to go pick up my new fighting glasses (safety glasses, which will also be nice to have in the workshop) and get the photo taken for my new driver's licence, since it will expire this summer.

Friday after work we brought the cats and ourselves home again, and we were all happy. Saturday was mostly putting away what we'd taken with us to his dad's, and I worked on both my thesis and then epub version of the Drachenwald Songbook for 30 year as I attended the Wake for Paul de Gorey, where I enjoyed listing to stories about a nice man I had met only a couple of times, but found instantly likeable and a pleasure to meet. Keldor spent a bit of time in the workshop working on projects.

Sunday was more cleaning and organizing, and lots of cooking (so nice to have my own kitchen and pantry back), and we got a houseguest in the evening. A relative of one of my SCA friends down south was hired for a job in Kiruna, and was driving north to start the job. It is a long enough trip that he wanted to break it into two days, so my friend asked if he could stay with us. Of course he could. So we spent a couple of hours chatting with him, as I made sewing progress on my latest project--altering a pair of trousers that I found at Keldor's house. The trousers had once belonged to his mother, and so were much too big around the waist for me, but the length was good, other than the waist to crotch measurement, which was long enough to pull up to my natural waist either in front, or in back, but not both at once.

So I took of the waistband of the trousers, removed a triangle of fabric at each hip, sewed them together to make a diamond, and then inserted that into the crotch. Then I sewed shut the sides, and also took a small triangle fold at the center back of the waist, and I am now more than halfway done re-attaching the waistband (which, thanks to a funny coincidence, has the belt loops still falling symmetrically on either side of my tummy). It will be nice to get these done--they are lightweight, and a light grey colour, so won't be as much of a problem in the sun as my dark jeans will be.

Today was more thesis work for me, plus work advertizing the songbook--we just realized that it would make sense to have a google form for people to do their pre-ordering, rather than trying to count the comments on FB, so I created one, and it is already up to 36 responses. The form will be open through to midnight on 6 June, so people have only a week to order before we stop counting and do the printing. Ideally we should have given them more time for pre-ordering, but none of us thought of it till today.

I also sent an email to Reengarda's usual event site to see if it is available this autumn for the Norrskensbard event. This is the first time I have tried dealing with this site myself instead of just asking the exchequer to book it for me.
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Here is an English translation of Keldor's trip report on our adventures to, from, and at Drachenwald's Crown Tourney cut for lots of photos )
We drove 2,500 km south to have the pleasure of serving a high table. Was it worth it? The answer is: yes! So, if you have the opportunity to make a similar trip, do it. If not, I hope this little insight into such a journey may be of some enjoyment.

By the pen of the humblest of all, your storyteller, Keldor, translated with the help of Kareina
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I enjoyed the weekend, but acknowledge that it wasn't good for thesis progress, since I wound up spending Thursday getting ready for the road trip, then we were on the road from midnight Thursday evening to noon on Friday (including a stop for a nap for both of us, and a stop at a second hand store, where he bought some things for making knife handles, and some silverware for doing silver inlay in swords/axes.

That got us to site well before it opened, so we took another nap, and got up when the autocrats arrived. Friday evening we enjoyed hanging out with people (and I managed to get the gambeson done enough to wear, then did yoga and I went to bed around 22:00. Keldor, on the other hand, stayed up later, despite having done all of the driving (while I happily made progress on sewing my gambeson). Since I had gone to bed early on Friday, I wound up waking early on Saturday, so I used the time to mend the strap holding up my leg harness, which hadn't broken, yet, but was clearly about ready to break, so I riveted on a short extra bit of strap above and below the damaged area. I really need to completely replace the belt and straps--they were made from a second hand belt in the early 1990's. Now that the gambeson, fighting trousers, and quilted collar for under the gorget are done, I can start thinking about doing that, and all of the other upgrades the armour needs.

The armour more or less functional, I had time for breakfast and some yoga before the tournament. The day was cold and very windy. Therefore the did the court for the invocation of the lists indoors. When Keldor and I went up to present ourselves and fighter and consort for one another the prince and princess thanked us, and dismissed him to join the other entrants and bid me stay and kneel, and then presented me with Ljusorden (the order of the light, Nordmarks's arts and science award) for my enthusiastic participation in bardic arts, dance, and acrobatics at events.
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The tourney went really quickly--they decided to do a full round robin list, so they had prepared in advance the list of who would fight who in each round, which meant that each fight begin promptly after the one before finished, and each round continued promptly after the one before, which meant that while it was really cold and windy we fighters stayed reasonably warm for the first part of the tournament. I did about as well as expected, given that I hadn't actually been in armor in months due to lack of time and not having gotten the gambeson etc. done before the event, which is to say everyone killed me, but I got to model the new pretty helmet my love made for me, as I fought, and died, for his honour. However, the new helmet was designed to be able to wear my hearing aids in side it, and, being patterned after the Vendel Valsgärde helm, has plenty of openings to let sound in. Guys, it was amazing. For the first time in my life, I could hear while fighting! I could talk to people between fights, and hear what they said! I totally recommend this. Now I just need to get glasses that are legal to wear while fighting (sports glasses), or contact lenses.

Keldor wasn't feeling on top of his game, with timing not working for him till after the tourney and during pickups, so he and I were the first two eliminated, and then they did a five person second round robin, since all of the other fighters had tied after the first one. Since I was no longer fighting at that point, I quickly became quite cold watching the next part of the tourney, even though my helmet was the only thing I took off (and I was wearing a coif--it wouldn't have been possible to be out in that wind wearing hearing aids without one).

Then the final round was between Valdamar and Erik Hane, the two people from whom I had gotten bruises during the tournament. They are both large fighters (Valdemar is pretty close to two meters tall, and while Erik isn't that tall, he is big), and very strong. When Erik hit me his sword first contacted my upper arm, right under the pauldron, and just over the top of the arm harness, and pivoted around to strike my back as well. I shouted "good", and he replied "wasn't that your arm?". I replied "också" (also), and everyone laughed. Perhaps the arm took enough of the force that the sword in the back might not have been a killing blow, but, believe me, it was good, and was happy to take it and not let him hit me again. When Valdemar hit me the sword contacted my sword arm, right on the shin bone. I called good arm, and then said since I can't switch due to not being able to hold a sword with my shield gauntlet, I would happily yield. Valdamar and the marshal both said I could just keep using the sword arm, but it was hurting enough I said that I would rather yield. Better arm armour is on my list of things that needs to be done.

After the tourney I went in to the hall, put out the knives and axes that Keldor and brought for the market (which many people admired, but no one chose to buy--we were not surprised--many of the items he has available are pattern welded and/or inlaid with bronze, and/or have decorative carving on the hilt, which upps the price), took off my armour, packed it, and got some lunch. Then the other fighters came in, and we soon wandered over to the other hall for a sauna.

After the sauna I returned to the main hall, and thought to take a nap. Then I realised that I had left the bag with my nålbinding project at the sauna building, so I switched back to outdoor shoes, put on my Viking coat, and walked back over. I got the bag, and then returned to the main hall, this time taking the scenic route through the forest and over the hill instead of taking the road. Then I noticed that the garter holding up my nålbinded socks was missing on the left leg. After checking the hall for it, I went back out and retraced my steps, without spotting the garter. Came out of the forest just after Keldor and one of the other fighters had walked past, so I called to them, and he accompanied me back to the sauna building (no garter there, nor on the road), and then back through the forest. When we came out of the forest in the parking lot of the hall he made his spot check and found the garter. Yay! But that used up time for a nap before court!

Investiture court went well. The new Prince and Princess hit the ground running, with awards to give out already, which is always a good thing (and kinda impressive, that they even had scrolls ready, given that they have so little time between tournament and investiture). It helps that Anna was the first Baroness of Aarnimetsä and has been Queen, so she knows how these things work. I wish that they had called for people to swear fealty to them, as I would have liked the chance to do so, but they didn't. I get the impression that that isn't often (ever?) done in Nordmark (I have not made it to every Coronet/Investiture here, and it is on a nine-month cycle, and the pandemic canceled a few, so there haven't been all that many I have been to, so I don't know if they ever let folk swear fealty during investiture court).

During the feast there were a few performances and much merriment. At one point I noticed Jovi and one of the jesters doing a little acroyoga out in the entry area, so I quickly changed out of the dress I had worn for court and put my Thorsberg trousers and a tunic on so I could join them. We did only one quick Candlestick before they went in for the next serving of food, but it was still worth the effort to change!

But given the early start to my day, I was feeling tired and started moving towards bed... and got distracted talking fighting with Erik Hane, who gave me a few lessons (fight like a boxer--moving your hands on the shortest possible path between the starting point and hitting the target, and the secret to moving someone much bigger than you are (him, for example), is to get low and then use the force of your legs to generate a push (which worked way better than I expected, given he is about twice my size). However, after that I went to bed, and managed to sleep before midnight.

The next morning it was pack, load the car, eat breakfast, take a couple of the left over boxes that were on offer, say goodbye to everyone, and start driving before 10:00 (I feel guilty that we don't stay to help clean the hall, but given the length of the drive, we didn't).

Long drives are more fun if one makes a date of it, so soon after we started driving we consulted the Swedish runestone map page to find a random one not far off the road home, choosing one that stands directly behind a very nice farm mansion that was built in 1816. We took a photo, and then started to walk back up to the car (we parked on the road, rather than driving up the nice tree lined long lane to the house).


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However, before we'd gone more than a couple of meters we saw a group of people heading towards the stone. People we recognize! Four of our friends from the event, who also thought this stone to be located in a convenient location with respect to the road home. So we took a group photo and chatted at the stone a bit, during which time a guy came out of the house and explained that the 1816 inscription on the stone was from when the house was built. Back in the early 1800's people didn't think runestones were that special, so when they built the house they used the runestone for one of the door steps. During a more recent renovation they realized that that step was a runestone, so they stood it in the backyard, and used a plain stone to replace it in the steps. As one can read if one clicks through all the way to the detailed information on this stone, they painted in the runes in 1981, and again in 2005, to make them easier to see.

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The other car full of people went to look for the other runestone in the area, and we decided to get back on the road. But as we started driving Keldor noticed an old oak tree that had come down, so he stopped to look, and found a large branch which still had some good wood, so he salvaged it. The farm right next to the oak had a sign saying "Vendel GÃ¥rd", and while we know this isn't the location of the main Vendel grave finds, about 130 km to the north west, we still think that is cool, and the oak was thick enough to probably have dated from the Vendel period, and will likely make a good sword handel.

Our next stop was at the antique store associated with the Sala Silver Mine, which is a particularly good antique store, with lots and lots of interesting stuff to look at (we went home with a set of hand-forged shears for only 90 Kr (he couldn't make one that cheap--that would be less than 20 minutes work, and shears are much more than 20 minutes), and a small birch box that will be good for storing my old hearing aid with my helmet (while I trust the helmet to protect the hearing aids, I am nonetheless using the old ones when fighting, just in case).

The next stops were not as exciting, in part because it started snowing a bit before Gävle. Petrol and toilet at Tönnebro, toilet and a walk through the store just to stretch our legs at a random Biltema big box store (where we did buy more window washing fluid), a toilet stop at a gas station just before Sundsvall, and at grocery store in Örnskoldsvik (toilet, and buy more energy drink), and one side of the road stop about 45 minutes from home. The company on the drive was great, and I managed to change the sleeves on our new linen tunics--I had done them with straight arms, but we decided that it would be nice to taper them from the elbow to wrist so as to better fit under other tunics.

We got home at 22:30 and unloaded and put away only the bare minimum before doing yoga, taking a shower, and heading to bed.

Today I worked a little, did some laundry and vacuuming, took a nap, worked some more, took another nap, worked some more. Somewhere around there he got home from work, ate, and took a nap while listening to a documentary or something as I kept working, then he got up, I took a break to do yoga with him, and then I finished writing up the results for the sample I had done the data processing for this evening. By then it was midnight, and thought I would just do a "quick" write-up of the event. Now it is 02:00 and perhaps I should get some sleep before starting the next sample's data processing...
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It does that when one is busy. What have I done. No, there is too much, I will try to sum up. Wish me luck that I don't get distracted typing lots of details that feel worth sharing...

Coronation! Ok, I got distracted with details for this one, so instead I posted my event summary on the Frostheim page, so you just go there to read it, and see the photos.

A week at home, and a week in Luleå. After spending the weekend feeding 150 people in a small, understaffed kitchen, Keldor was exhausted, so he called in sick on Monday. And Tuesday. And Wednesday. On Thursday he had his monthly massage scheduled (one of the nicer perks of the company he works for), so he returned to work. That left me a couple of days, plus the weekend to finish all of the Coronation unpacking and washing, and to pack for the next SCA event and have it all ready to go. Then I dropped him and the cats at his dad's house (very near to his job) on Monday morning and I headed north. On the way I stopped in Hortlax to pick up a free dryer that someone was giving away (ours had quit heating last week, and while we probably could have fixed it, since it would only be a matter of replacing the heater, we haven't much time, so just getting another, especially at the price of free, made sense), and then in Antnas to give Baron Egil his Pelican vigil book, which had been left on site for more people to sign after the group he was traveling with had to leave site earlier than planned due to a sick child.

I spent the week working at the Archives, where I made good progress--I am now over 750 Volumes of papers from the Luleå älvs flottningsföreningen that I have entered into the database and packaged up in archive boxes, only a two or three meters worth of shelf space left and that project will be complete. I have one more week of work in February, and then I need to decide if I want to extend the contract, if they are still interested in doing so (they were as of the end of the year, but it wasn't discussed this visit). I love the job, but the commute is a bit long. But I only have to do the drive once for a week's work, and I get to see friends there. Heck, bonus this time, I went to the Phire jester group training one evening, and met a new person who does acroyoga! She taught me some things I didn't already know, and I shared some of my favourites with her. So. Much. Fun!

Herstory road trip I managed to get my forty hours of work done by Thursday afternoon, after which I stopped by Master SvartulvR's house to drop off his scroll he'd received on Saturday, but which got left behind when his group had to leave site early due to a sick child, and then I headed home, picking up Keldor and the cats on the way.

We had enough time to unload the car, unpack everything I had brought to Luleå for the week, and do the last minute packing stuff (food, toiletries, pillows) for the next road trip, and even take a short nap before the others arrived to pick us up. Five of us from Reengarda, in one car. We drove all night (well 8 hours of it, anyway) on Thursday night/Friday morning (the driver for that shift normally works nights; the rest of us slept as she drove) to Gävle, where the aunt of one of us lives, and we all curled up on proper beds to sleep away the morning, arising around 11:00 for a leisurely breakfast before setting out for the final three hours drive, which we extended by a stop in a second hand store to have a look (I bought 6 meters of fine very dark blue with widely spaced white stripes wool twill for only 400 SEK, Keldor bought a backgammon game board for only 100 SEK, and I think most of the others found small treasures, too).

The event itself was lots of fun, but as Keldor wrote it up, and google translate exists, I will just link to his summary (a few things didn't translate that well, but it is mostly good enough. However, you should know that "möhippa" is a "bachelorette party", not a "bachelor party").

Then we did the long drive home, in one go, not counting a stop to look at a runestone on the way (see his event writeup for a photo), and many stops for toilet, and even one to fuel the car.

A week of trying to be a student again Now that the major events for the month were past, it was time to focus on trying to finish up the X-ray diffraction data processing for my research for my Masters in Archaeology, so I can get that data into the paper in progress. That is finally going well, and the end is in sight. I also managed to get everything unpacked after the event, and tidy up the house a little, and do some Swedish studying, since I signed up for the Swedish For Immigrants course again--this time to focus on trying to learn how to properly pronounce Swedish, since I haven't managed to do that in 12 years of living here.

On Line Kingdom University Given the success of the pandemic era online University events, we have decided to do one online, and one in person University every year, so to increase the chances for participation. There were many of us who attended this weekend, and lots of interesting classes. I spent Friday evening hanging out in the University Zoom, both attending classes, and just visiting with folks, while working on a computer-based art project, and attended a couple of classes on Saturday, Saturday night's bardic, and a class on Sunday. During the hours we weren't at the event we made progress on home renovations (a serious upside to online events!). Now we have removed all of the loose plaster (or whatever one calls the layer between the concrete wall and the old tiles) in the area where the downstairs shower will be, swept up the dust after it settled (a full bucket worth), and have painted the concrete with the primer that needs to go on before we build the wall back up again ready for the tile.
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We managed to get the car loaded Thursday night before Kingdom University, so Friday morning it was just pack the food from the fridge and the pillows from the car and start driving. And driving. And driving. Google says that one can do the trip in 10 hours, if one doesn't stop. We stopped. Regularly.

Friday 28 Oct
The trip was really nice, since we have good company, and I had a sewing project, but it was still long. We didn't get to site till 20:30, which was 2.5 hours after site opened. The site is a lovely old Swedish manor house. The room we got was a little corner room, about the size of a good walk-in closet, just big enough for a bed, table, and chair. As soon as we'd unloaded the two chests of clothing and the two bags of bedding to the room and put on garb we went out to find the gravel area that we could use to set up the smithy. Then we joined folk in the hall were food was being served, and hung out talking to folk for a few hours, before deciding we were tired, and returning to our building to do yoga and get some sleep, making it to bed just before midnight.


Saturday 29 Oct
Up at 07:15 and down the hill to the Lake House for breakfast and good conversations with folk there before setting up the smithy. The morning classes were to start at 09:30, which meant we were able to get everything set up, and the forge heating before class time. Given that he didn't start the table frame for the forge until Wednesday we were really happy with how it came out.

portable forge

His class was limited to 4 students because there is only so much space in which to work, and he wound up with three very enthusiastic students keen to learn forge welding, and one more who, seeing there was still space in the class, wondered if she might use the forge to make herself a small hook for stretching/holding taut fabric for easier sewing? Yes, of course! I helped with getting the forge set up, and stayed for the first bit of the class, then went on to get my things in order for my class.

I had realised the night before that when I packed I completely forgot to pack my computer, on which I had the presentation for my class. So I contacted the cat sitter and explained to her where on the computer the presentation was located, and she very kindly uploaded it to google drive for me. Then I was able to share the link with the computer in the classroom, and it all worked (though I to go through and change the font on all of the titles, as that bit imported to a weird font that was hard to read).

I had thought to addend several classes, but only managed to make it to one before lunch, on how one reads period sheet music, which was interesting. My class was directly after lunch, and we had a small group in the room at start time, so I started, and, just as I had finished with the last slide, another group joined us, so I added more information, and scrolled back and forth through the presentation to illustrate some of what I was saying. I enjoyed the time with them, and hope they did too.

After class I brought my pie to the fika room, ate a bit, and then packed a plate of snacks to bring to the smithy for Keldor, and then asked the students if they wanted anything, getting one order for something vegan, and another for wheat free. I brought back their snacks and then had time to hang out with folk a bit before court, watching the final student complete his forge welded bit of metal, ready to turn into a knife later, just before time to head up to court.

After court we packed up the smithy and loaded it all back into the car, getting that done a bit before the last class period of the day, so he went to the Secret codes in period class, and I went to the class on the role of women in the Viking Age class, and we both enjoyed them.

Then it was time to get ready for the feast, which he attended, and I served. Oh, was that hall packed. It was really difficult to squeeze between the tables, so for the soups we servers just had people pass their bowls down to the end to be filled and sent back. It was better for the second and third courses, where we could just carry a couple of filled plates to the table to be passed around. I am so looking forward to our site for Coronation, where the dance hall is so big there will be plenty of room between the tables.

After the feast we had enough energy to hang out talking with people for a while, but still went back to our building early enough to do a little yoga and get to bed before midnight.


Sunday 30 Oct

We slept in till nearly 08:00, then enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, loaded the car, and spent several hours chatting with people and touring the public rooms in the main "castle" (not at all a defensible building, but really nice). We finally started driving at 11:30, and went first to Gamla Uppsala, where we visited the museum (and bought some books, which were on sale for 50 SEK each, and a pair of leg wraps for Keldor, since he has been wanting a pair for fighting). There were several other car's worth of SCA people at the museum, of course, and it was fun to see them one last time before heading on. But first, we spent time with noses pressed up against the glass to see details of Vendel Age helmets, spears, and swords (as one does when traveling with a smith who has made things inspired by these objects before).

Then we followed Hjalmar's car to his place and Sofie transferred her stuff to our van. This is the downside of having a van that seats only three people. While we had plenty of room for the forge, we needed to take two cars for four people between Uppsala and the site. Then we were three for much of the drive north, dropping her off in Härnosand, before continuing on home, arriving just after midnight, at which point we unloaded only the bag of pillows (which we needed).


Monday 31 Oct-today

While I had taken one (short) shift driving on the way down, Keldor drove the full trip home, and was feeling rather exhausted by the time we arrived. Therefore, he planned to sleep in, and head to work late. However, when he awoke, he had a bit of a fever, so changed that to "just stay home", and we spend the day catching up on sleep and reading (ok, we did get the remaining food out of the car and into the fridge). The rest of the week we continued to take it mostly easy, since he continued to show a fever each morning, and had a bit of something going on in his sinuses. We didn't bother to test for covid--he's had it twice before, and this either wasn't it, or was very mild, but he still won't go to work again till he's had a day without fever. (I never did get any symptoms.)

By the end of the week his energy levels were up, so we got the smithy out of the car, and we painted the living room wall. It looks much better now that one can't see the places where the wallpaper had been seriously damaged.

a dragon

By the weekend he was feeling better, so we have started on organizing and putting away all of his stuff that had been in storage at his brother's property and which we moved here some weeks back, just before going into busy mode running Oktoberfest. It feels good to finally be making progress on cleaning up that, and I am glad that it is once again possible to walk easily through the garage, rather than picking one's way carefully through the narrow path between the piles.

This week he has returned to work, and I have resumed work on my research--I spent yesterday using teamviewer to access the XRD computer in Durham to process my data that I hadn't looked at in years. Hopefully I can get that finished up this week and have something useful in the way of results to add to the paper in progress.
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Last weekend we went down to Sundsvall for the V.Ä.V. SCA event (the letters stand for the swedish phrase for "violence is beautiful"), and it is a fighting event. There were many people there that I adore, and I was really looking forward to seeing folk. However, when we got there Friday night I was feeling tired and not so interested in human interaction as I would normally be. I wondered if I was feeling a little off from having been vaccinated Thursday, even though I had had no other symptoms, but wasn't certain. When we were arrived (a little after 22:00) they were in the middle of the "Ask the Knights" session, so Keldor and I sat down at a table and he listened and participated in the conversation, and I worked on my sewing and half listened. These days, when at full energy I should have been able to follow the Swedish conversation with no problem, but my ear was bothering me a little, and I had trouble focusing on the conversation, so I heard/understood only a litte, and was happy sewing. After a little while I realised that I had most of a very long bench to myself, and that the bench had a padded top and was broad enough. The room is very small, and full of people, so I decided to do my yoga right there on the bench, and it felt great. After a very nice yoga session I then lay down on the bench, put my head on Keldor's knee, and took a nap while the Ask the Knights conversation continued. I woke when the formal conversation ended and Keldor and I went down to the sauna for a bit before heading to bed just after 01:00.

Saturday the plan for the event was fencing and archery in the morning, and heavy fighting after lunch. When Keldor was ready to get up at 08:30 I was feeling like I could sleep more, but we'd driven 344 km to get there, and there were friends I hadn't seen in ages, so I got up and joined them for breakfast. However, by 11:00 I was so sleepy I went back to the van to sleep (we had planned to sleep in the hall, on our own indoor SCA event bed of thermarest camping mats and sheepskins, but the poor autocrat discovered when they arrived on site that instead of the hall having the 19 bunk beds they'd been promised, all the upper bunks were missing, so they put out a frantic call for help, and all of the locals who had cots brought them, so that everyone who had asked for a bed got something much like a bed, but cots on the floor take more space than bunk beds, so by the time we arrived on site there wasn't a place where one could put a double wide bed/nest on the floor. Since we have the 90 cm wide bed that lives in the back of the van it made sense to just sleep there. Which, since we parked right by the door both nights (moving the car away during the day time hours), meant that I had a shorter walk to the ground floor toilets than I normally do on that site, since the sleeping rooms are on the third floor).

I slept nearly an hour, woke briefly when Keldor came to armour up, decided that, no, I wasn't going to armour up after all, and slept another 30 minutes. Then I got up, had some lunch, looked out the window, and saw the fighters gathering for the footwork class with Sir Krake. That sounded fun, and like something I could do without armour, so I joined them, enjoyed it, and had a few things click for me that hadn't in other foot work classes (wherein they used different words to try to communicate the same thing. "lean forward till your start to fall and your food will automatically go forward" describes the same thing as "shift forward, leading with your hip until your foot automatically follows", but the latter makes sense for me, and just works, while the former felt terrible).

As the footwork class wound up the hint of rain we'd been having turned into something one can actually describe as rain, so I went into the hall, where there were lots of people sitting around the tables talking and working on projects in small groups. I managed to find a place to sit and sew, but wasn't really in any of the circles and felt myself very outside of it all, happily sewing, but not feeling any connection with anyone. And my ear was bothering me. My ears often itch (it is a downside of hearing aids), and while I know better, sometimes I scratch, and when that happens sometimes my nails do a little damage to the skin. My right ear had clearly been scratched open at some point, and it wasn't feeling nice to have the hearing aid in there (but neither did I want to go without in a place where someone might talk to me, never mind that I wasn't interacting much with folk).

I went out to the car a bit before the fighters finished up, and just lay on the bed a bit looking at my phone, feeling vaguely like I was wasting an opportunity to spend time with friends, but not having the energy to do anything about it. Then Keldor joined me, and comforted me a bit for feeling out of the event, and I comforted him a bit for having taken a blow that probably cracked one of his lower ribs. As we were talking Count Æriker came over to point out that I was the second highest ranked person site, after him, so when it came time for toasts during the banquet it would be him for Drachenwald, me for the King and Queen, then the three Viscounts could take Nordmark, the Prince & Princess, and Gyllengran (the local shire).

This reminded me that, yes, even though I wasn't going to be hungry that late in the evening, I should still attend the banquet, so I did, and had a pleasant time half listening to the conversations around me, working on NÃ¥lbingning, doing the toasts in the proper time, but I never really felt connected, and my ear was bothering me. Not bad, like a full-on ear infection (those really hurt), but definite discomfort bordering on light pain.

After folk had eaten some of them moved outside (the tiny hall gets really, really loud with so many people talking at once, which made standing out in the crisp autumn air by the fire really appealing to about half the folk). I suspect that had I been my normal gregarious self I would have joined them, but it was easier to just sit in my corner till the crowd cleared enough to do my yoga, and I went out to the car and went to sleep before 23:00. (Keldor stayed up happily talking to folk till 02:00, and normally I would have, too.)

Because I went to bed so early I half expected to wake early, and contemplated just driving home very early in the morning, and letting him sleep while I drove. But no, I slept in as late as he did, neither of us waking till 09:00. Since we'd slept in the car it was only grab the box of feast gear from the hall and check to see if we'd forgotten anything and get on the road.

Having gotten a total of 10 hours of sleep per day I was awake enough to enjoy the trip home. We stopped at an antique & second hand store, where I bought a nice wall mount cabinet for holding spools of thread and stuff, which came with spools of thread and stuff, and he bought a wide leather weight lifting belt that he thinks we can modify to be a better belt to hang my leg armour from. We also stopped at Skulleberget and went for a short walk up the hill--not all the way to the cave, but probably about half way there felt like plenty for both of us.

Monday morning first thing I called the local health center, and got an appointment for 13:00. When I got there and the nurse looked into the ear that was bothering me they became very worried, and said that it looks like I have a hole in my eardrum. I explained that I had one when I was little, but had surgery to fix it when I was 10 years old, and had it come back? The nurse decided that he wasn't qualified for this visit, and fetched a doctor. The doctor looked, said that she couldn't see a hole in the eardrum, but that it was covered with scar tissue (yes, I know--that surgery when I was ten, and lots of infections and tubes in my ears when I was little). She said that even if there is a hole, and she doesn't think there is one, the antibiotic ear drops she prescribed will still help the minor infection in the ear canal. I thanked her, and happily went to fetch my ear drops.

The drops contain an anti-itch component, so I felt better pretty much right away after using them (though it took a day before the swelling went down so that I could put the left hearing aid in without discomfort). This week has been busy, with at least a couple hours of research each day, putting stuff away from the event, prepping for this weekends event, Monday night fighter training and armour repair. Tuesday cleaning, waxing/polishing the van (which took all evening--it is slippery now! I had never touched a car that has been waxed before--it is going to be so easy to brush the snow off of it now). Wednesday Keldor came home from work so tired that he just slept on the couch while I worked on replacing the zipper on the soft ice chest we use for road trips.

Yesterday morning I noticed that the house across the street, that had been slightly damaged in a fire before we moved here, and which the owner has been fixing up with intent to sell, finally has a For Sale sign on it. So while we did our normal 30 minute phone call as he drives to work, I got on line and checked it out. They are asking nearly three times what I paid for this house! It will be interesting to see what it sells for. While I had hemnet open I looked at the other properties in this town, and then at things in the countryside. Oh, look, a cute farm house with a forest only 8 minutes from here, with a viewing that evening. Way out of my price range, even if we were done fixing this place up and could sell for top dollar, but, why not go look?

So I did (he didn't get home from work on time to join me). House is cute, nice location. The forest is actually three distinct properties--a good sized parcell the house is on, and two, much larger, forest plots further away. The realtor mentioned that the owner wants to keep living in the house one more year before transfering the property, and I wonder if it is worth asking if perhaps they might be willing to sell me the house and few hectares adjacent to it for whatever we can sell my house for, and let someone else buy the actual forest?

Keldor got home around the same time I did, and we managed, after some difficulty*, to load the large, pretty, china cabinet that came with the house into the van. This would have been much easier if the top decorative edge hadn't been both glued and screwed into place, since it was only that bit that made it impossible to slide the upper cabinet through the door and onto the bed. Instead we needed to unscrew the bed from the floor and take it out, so that we could tilt the upper cabinet at enough of an angle to slide it diagonally through the door, and then lift it up and over the lumps of the wheel wells, at which point we propped it up at a slight angle on our beanbag chairs so that it would sit far enough in the van to make room for the base as well. Luckily, the base is narrow enough that we could also fit in the chests and bedding bags for this weekend's SCA event. With all the soft stuff packed around the cabinet it shouldn't be moving at all on the drive.

This weekend is Höstdansen, one of my favourite SCA events, since it is all dance, most of the time. Also some of my dearest friends will be there, including Hjälmar, who moved to southern Sweden at the beginning of the pandemic, and then to the Uppsala area this spring. He will be renting a trailer and taking the cabinet south with him, and I wish him much joy in it. It is pretty (by far the prettiest of the three china cabinets that came with this house), but it is also the largest and least useful as an improvised pantry (which is what we are doing with the other two), so I am looking forward to the extra space with it gone.

*loading the cabinet in the van would have been easier if not for the road construction on our road--they are digging the road down more than a meter deep, then putting a thick layer of stone base before they put the road itself over all--so far they have gotten as far as the thick stone base just as far as our house itself, but not as far as the driveway. The stone base is still a good 20 or 20 cm lower than our lawn, so it isn't possible to drive right to the door, so we had to carry the cabinet bits across the lawn, and then carefully down over the edge to the road level, and then try to put it in. It would also have helped if Keldor hadn't broken that lower rib at the event, and then further damaged it at work yesterday. The only good bit in that injury is that this morning he was moving so stiffly he took the day off, and, since the car is already loaded, he can take it easy. Well, for him. He is busy in the cellar now, carving on a decorated horn copy of a Viking artifact. The plan was for him to do that while I did a bit of work on my paper in progress, so I had better close this here and get to work.

Highlights

Nov. 30th, 2021 05:25 am
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 I am so behind on posting, things that would be worth their won writeup, had I the time...
  • Norrskensfesten 
  • Road trip to Scarpetta di Novembre 
  • House hunting
  • Packing to move
  • Job hunting
  • Relationship joys

Suffice it to say: life is wonderful,  busy, hectic, relaxing, joyful, stressful, and winter has finally (happily) arrived. (Having just been in southern Sweden I can report that winter's edge is spread out over the greater Sundsvall area just now.)


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 Years ago, I was invited to Gyllengran’s Glöta Gillet event to teach an embroidery class and had a delightful time. I haven’t made it to another since. Therefore, when Keldor sent me a message a couple of weeks back saying that there were a few places available for this year’s Glöta Gillet, and would I like to go with him, I, of course, said yes.
 
He took Friday off of work (and I normally don’t work Fridays), so I headed to his place already on Thursday as soon as I got off of work. That turned out to be not a good day to do a drive, since it was raining heavily and my windshield wipers were getting a little old, which meant that my visibility wasn’t as good as it should have been. However, a short bit into the drive I wound up behind a car that was making good time, so I just hoped that they could see better than I and followed them. If they passed someone (always when there was an extra lane going in our direction), I did too. This worked well, and I made it safely to the outskirts of Skellefteå following them, at which point they started driving faster than was legal, and I opted to slow back down to the speed limit (and bemoan the loss of my lead-car).
 
Friday, on the other hand, was perfect driving weather—high clouds kept it from being too bright, but the roads were clear and dry.  We spent the morning baking cookies and running errands (and we changed the windshield wipers on my car), and then we headed south.  It was too dark to climb Skuleberget when we passed there, but we were able to turn off to drop off at my friend’s cabin the last three boxes I had been storing for him.
 
As we got back on the road, I entered the site address into googleMaps, and it returned a featureless patch of forest right by the river, a little south of Sundsvall.  This reminded me of the last Glöta Gillet I’d attended, which was, in fact, in a featureless patch of forest right by the river, a little south of Sundsvall, so I guessed it was leading us to the right spot, and decided to trust it. A bit more than an hour later my phone announced “your destination is to the right”, and, just there, we saw an SCA sign pointing down a small dirt road, lit up by one of those bowls of flame that are popular in Sweden for showing the way to a party.
 
So, we followed the lights down the road, which got smaller, and smaller, and smaller, till it ended at a little three-story cabin, right by the river, which had a Gyllengran banner hanging in the window. Yup, right place, and the one I remembered from all those years ago.
 
We unloaded the car and, with Princely help, carried everything up to the third floor and set up our bed in a corner.

my comfy bed
 
The evening was spent in the middle floor, where they had a discussion on how people chose their SCA names (and I did my yoga). I was really tired, so I may have missed some of the discussion curled up half-asleep on Keldor’s lap, and we went up to bed just after 23:00.  Of course, just as we started up the stairs the others started singing. I love singing at events, and so longed to join them, but was just too tired.  Lucky Keldor could hear them as their voices drifted up the stairs, but I, who had taken out my hearing aids to sleep, heard nothing. At first. Then, all of the sudden, I could hear it—faint, in the distance, a rhythmic rising and falling of sound—too faint to tell what they were singing, but surely it was music?  I happily told Keldor that I could finally hear it, they must have gotten louder, and he didn’t reply. I turned my head to look, and discovered that what I had heard was simply him, snoring.  Round about then I drifted off to sleep myself.
 
Saturday morning, I enjoyed the home-baked bread they provided for breakfast, and then spent the day working on embroidery projects and listing to the various workshops on offer.  There were a variety of interesting talks, and in between them breaks for fika, lunch, fika, and music and song. 

music

Later in the afternoon I went for a short walk, and got back just on time for court.
 
I enjoyed court, as I always do, as good entertainment whilst stitching, and as an opportunity to finally learn names (the “cute one who does massage” is called Thorfin, who is now their Highness’s Royal Healer, who was really surprised when, after he was given the scroll declaring his job, and that it comes with duties and responsibilities, but no benefits, he was then told not to go away, they also had an award for him).
 
By the time the potluck feast was served I wasn’t hungry (no surprise, I never am in the evening), but everyone else seemed to enjoy the spread of food.

food
 
During the feast Keldor and I took a break to practice some acroyoga, which was, as always, ever so much fun, and even got a couple of comments from those who happened to notice.
We went to sleep just after midnight on Saturday night (I presume others stayed up much later), this time after they had stopped singing and switched to just conversation.
 
Sunday morning after breakfast we packed up and loaded the car, helped out with a bit of cleaning, and got back on the road.
 
The trip home included a stop to climb Skuleberget as far as the cave (only 350 meters worth of trail, but all of it up), and a bit later, a stop at Olofsfors Bruk, at which Keldor once took an upper-level smithy (pattern-welding) course, and at which site Nordmark first Coronet Tournament happened.  When we arrived the outer door of the antique store was open, with a “Welcome” sign, but next to it was another sign explaining that the shop was only open on Saturdays.  Given such mixed messages we, of course, tried the door, and then spent a lovely hour browsing the shop and chatting with the proprietor.  There were many things I could have happily bought, but the only one that followed me home was an hourglass. I have wanted one ever since I worked as a massage therapist in California, since I think that doing an hour-massage while the hourglass sands wind down sounds much better than looking at the clock, and trying to recall when it started.
 
Since I knew that the drive to Gyllengran is a long one, I opted to have Monday as my week-day to not work (I like working 80%), which meant that I could sleep over at his place, and do the final two hours drive Monday morning, and still have time to accomplish a fair bit of prep for Norrskensfesten, which happens in two weeks.

If you would prefer to read a summary in Swedish, check out Keldor's event berättelse.  
 
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On the way home from Nordmark Coronet a couple of weeks back we stopped and climbed Skuleberget, and, at the peak, we did acroyoga (as you do), and our friend Geri took photos (as they do).

I couldn't resist this one for my new FB coverphoto, since I look so nice and strong holding Keldor up like that.

Keldor flies


But this one was really tempting, too:

I fly



And Kheldor chose this one for his new cover photo:


flying 


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 Some years ago, P, one of my local friends got a job in Ireland and moved away. Apartments being hard to come by in Luleå, he kept paying rent at his apartment here till he was really certain he wouldn't be moving back. Then he scheduled a trip here and we helped him clean out the apartment.  Much of the remaining stuff he got rid of, but he left with us a half a dozen boxes to be stored, most of which have been sitting out in the container, and two of which needed to stay in the house so they wouldn't freeze and thaw with changes in the weather.  Since then he moved to the Stockholm area and inherited a summer cabin on Sweden's High Coast, not so far north of Sundsvall.  He got the cabin not long before the pandemic, so, of course, I hadn't seen it yet.

When Keldor and I decided to enter Nordmark Coronet, held in Sundsvall, I contacted P to ask if he was, by any chance, going to be in the summer cabin that weekend, if so we could drop off some boxes on the way.  After a few exchanges of messages we agreed upon a plan:  P would take the night train to Umeå (which arrives at 08:00) and Keldor and I would pick him up there, we would continue to his cabin, have an afternoon of adventures there, and then take him to the train station in Sundsvall before heading on to the event.

This plan worked perfectly.  Even with three people in the car we were able to get half of his boxes in without a problem. We timed our departure from Skelleftehamn well enough that the gps said we were 7 minutes from the train station in Umeå when he called to say he'd arrived (it was about a two hour drive, not counting two stops--one to pick up some things for the event, enough to use a toilet).  It was a grey rainy day, but we had pleasant conversation and good company (and good progress on my sewing project) so we didn't mind the rain.  We drove from Umeå just over an hour to a large grocery store just off the highway in Örnsköldsvik, where we bought some things to make lunch (including water, since he'd already turned off the water to the cabin for the winter), and then continued almost another hour to the cabin, which is very near Skuleberget.  Normally when I drive that stretch of the highway I stop and climb Skuleberget, but with the steady rain and cool temps we decided to proceed directly to the cabin, where we enjoyed a good lunch and then walked around the old surströming factory on the property (which, fortunately, has been closed long enough that the smell is long gone).  By that time the next door neighbours had returned home, so we went over to ask if we could borrow a toilet before continuing our drive, and they offered us fika, so we spent a pleasant hour eating rolls and cake and drinking tea before we resumed our journey (P with a bag full of books from his boxes that he is looking forward to rereading).

From there it was another 1.5 hours to Sundsvall, where we said farewell to P and went on to site, arriving just before it officially opened at 18:00.  So we turned what hour drive into a very pleasant 10 hours of mellow adventure time and arrived on site relaxed and stress-free.  The first thing we did was claim a corner of the room off the feasting all for our bed and moved in. Then we joined the others hanging banners and getting the site ready (of course we did--it meant we could climb ladders and sit upon one another's shoulders to reach).  

After the banners were up there was still a fair bit of floor space in the middle of our sleeping room, since not that many others had arrived yet, so we did a bit of acroyoga, which is always lots of fun, and a good way to stretch out after a day of mostly sitting.  I spent the evening finishing up the last few necessary steps on the "just in case" bliauts, with the help of S and H.  The hall was lit with candlelight, and full of people laughing and telling stories, and it felt so wonderful to just be there, surrounded by old friend and new, wearing our costumes. Home. SCA events are truly home. 

After three or four hours enjoying the evening Keldor and I did our evening yoga and went to bed around 22:30 (unusually early for both of us for event bedtime, but sleep before the tourney can be a very good thing).  We woke a bit before 07:00 to a stunningly beautiful clear autumn day.  We did a little morning yoga before breakfast. Then, after we'd eaten, I did some sports massage on him before he armoured up, and G, S, and H came to help us get ready for court.  With all of the other before-event projects we completed we didn't even try to make banners. Instead Keldor added a wooden frame to the top of my aluminum fighting shield and to the  top of his lighter-weight, but roughly the same size aluminum shield that is just a decorative wall hanging. These we mounted on upright poles and G and S carried these behind us as we progressed in for invocation court, while H served as our personal herald, with boasts and kind words.

The procession in to court was done by order of precedence, counted by the highest award of either the fighter or the consort.  There were two Viscountesses being fought for, but mine dates to 1986, and hers was sometime after I moved to Sweden, so less than 10 years ago, so Keldor and I went first.  I like to think that we had the best presentation, since we had both "banner" bearers and a personal herald. A few of the other pairs also had personal heralds, but most of the 8 couples entering just used the Drachenwald Herald to introduce them without any boasts or fanfare.  There was one couple though who also had banner bearers as well as a personal herald: Master Fardäng Lady Ingrid, whose lovely silk pennants floated beautifully in the breeze as they came in.

The tourney itself was lots of fun--their Highnesses had decreed that it would be fought with match weapons, with the weapon style to be determined by the "lowest ranked" fighter in each fight.  (see below* for details, in Swedish, as it had been <a href="https://furstetornering.nordmark.org/furstetornering/tornering-tournament/">published on the event web page</a> (other than editing Keldor's name to match the version he is about to submit to the College of Heralds, which is a little different than he has been using for some years).  For this event the ranking was based only on fighting awards the fighter had received, and, for the purpose of this tournament, fencing awards didn't count, which is why Fardäng, a Master of Defense, was counted as the fourth in the list, instead of being in first place (there being no knights entered) as one might expect if one were to consider fencing and and rattan fighting to both be "fighting".

My beloved champion did well enough in the initial set of round-robin that he was one of the four semi-final fighters. He had one truly note-worthy moment during that initial set of fights. During his two-weapon match against Fru Margareta she threw a shot which he blocked with the half of his axe, and the axe head and upper bit of the haft went flying!  The rattan had broken clean through.  He confessed later that he'd made the axe at the last minute before the event to be available as a parrying weapon if anyone chose two-weapons as the form. Since it was a spur of the moment decision he didn't drive the half an hour out to get some of the new rattan from storage, but instead used an old stick that was lying around at his dad's house. A 20 year-old stick of rattan. No wonder it snapped so cleanly and completely. 

In the semi-finals Keldor was matched against Master Fardägn and Lord Erich faced the Honourable Lord Erik (more usually called "Drake". Since Fardäng counted as a "lower ranked" fighter than Keldor he chose sword and shield. Keldor, who truly loves fighting longsword suggested that might be a more fun form, but Fardäng wasn't convinced <i>"That would be more fun for one of us"</i>, so sword and shield it was.  In the first fight Fardäng picked Keldor to pieces, first taking one each arm and leg before finishing the bout. In the second Keldor nicely dispatched Fardäng, and in the third fight Fardäng won the right to face Drake in the finals. Five bouts later he'd earned the right to make his Lady wife Princess, and they disappeared into the hall to clean up and discuss the upcoming Investiture court whilst the rest of the fighters, joined by his Highness and many other fighters who hadn't entered the tournament, spent the rest of the afternoon fighting with people who live too far away to have seen regularly, even if there hadn't been a pandemic on.  

During the tournament there were tables out full of fruit, cheese, pretzels, and crackers for people to snack upon, and as the fighter training/play session after the tourney wound down they brought out a large pot of a yummy lentil soup. Given that the day was both sunny, and cold, with a steady breeze, the hot soup was doubly welcome.  

After eating the soup the fighters went in for showers and people changed into clothes for investiture court, which, like all of the rest of the day's activities, took place outdoors.  So we joined G, S, and H sprawled comfortably on their blanket in the front row of court, and enjoyed the investiture of our new Prince and Princess, and rejoiced with Stigiot and Jovi as they stepped down 777 days after they stepped up.  (Note: Nordmark normally does a nine-month regin, and they were due to have a tournament to choose their heirs only a couple of months after the pandemic began).



As the sun wended its way towards the horizon the people who had day-tripped started to head home, and the not-more-than 50 of us who had booked for the weekend went into the hall to change to pretty clothes for the Banquette. However, before we changed, Keldor and I did another acroyoga session. The other fighters looked at him a bit funny for having energy left for acroyoga after having spent all day fighting, but I was delighted that he did.

Since I am never hungry in the evening I happily said yes to serving the feast, which is always much fun, and even more fun with Keldor's help  (he enjoyed it to, especially as when we got to desert, which was fried apples and ice cream, he was in a position to serve himself ice cream last, and thus take an extra large serving).

During the feast people sang songs from the little songbook that Keldor and I had prepared for the event, and that made me very happy.  The feast gradually wound down to another evening of laughter and stories, but by 22:00 Keldor and I were already feeling tired, so soon thereafter we did our evening yoga, and then managed another half an hour or so of socialising before going to sleep at 23:00.

Sunday morning was a leisurely breakfast, with plenty more time to visit with friends before we started packing and loading the car. Having dropped of P and his boxes on the way down, we had plenty of room in the car for the return trip, so G opted to ride with us.  We went first as far as Skuleberget, where we stopped and climbed the mountain (26 minutes up to the cave, which used to be a sea-cave, before isostasy brought it up to that elevation), and to the peak not long thereafter (where, of course, Keldor and I did a bit of acroyoga. I hope the photos G took turned out).  

There is a cafe on the peak, so we enjoyed some waffles with raspberry jam and whipped cream before taking the cable-car back down the mountain (partially because the view was so pretty, and partially to be kind to G's knee, which is mostly recovered from a long ago injury, but which is still a bit iffy about walking down a mountain side). Then it was a 45 minute walk back around the side of the mountain to where we had parked before we could continue on our way.

The next stop was Umeå, where we dropped of G and then picked up Kjartan's cello from K. K had borrowed it years ago, but has been to busy in recent years to play it much, and Kjartan has thought it would be fun to start playing it again. There being plenty of room in the car, we were happy to pick it up.  

This got us back to Skelleftehamn around 20:00, which was in good time to unload his things from the car (and bring in the cello to the warmth for the night), do yoga, and get to bed at a reasonable hour. Despite having gone to sleep at a reasonable time we were still tired during morning yoga the next day, so he told his boss he'd come in later, and we took a nap before breakfast. I finally got on the road at 13:00, which meant that I was home around 15:00, with enough energy to harvest the remaining broadbeans, kale, silverbeet, carrots, and beets from my garden after I unloaded the car. Then I made a yummy harvest pudding (boil the above with almond meal and rice flour, add a bit of broccoli from the freezer, and an egg, and then use the immersion blender to blend it smooth. Then add a bit of oats for even more thickening. I was very happy with how it came out.

Since then I have had a busy week between work, post-event laundry, and the zoom meeting for the Drachenwald Laure's Arts Challenge. Today I need to repack and load the car so that I can head south tomorrow directly after work for Höstdansen.




* <b>Furstetorneringens form</b>
Fursten kommer gå igenom alla detaljer med deltagarna fredag kväll.
 
Furstetorneringen är med matchade vapen och lägst fighting. Valet av vapenform kommer ske efter Fighting Order of Precedence.
 
Ranking:
1. Erich Olavsson Haane, Alae, Ordo 2019 mars (A,B,C,D,E)
2. Erik Knutsson Drake, Alae, Ordo 2019 nov (A,B,D,E)
3. Keldor av Skellitta, Vita portens väktare 2003 (A,B,C,D,E)
4. Fardägn Skvaldre, Vita portens väktare 2006 (A,B,D,E)
5. Are Faggeson, Silver Guard 2019 mars (A,B,C)
6. Margareta Arvidsdotter, Silver guard 2019 maj (A,B,C,D,E)
7. Drotin Alfarinn Refr, Silver guard 2020 oktober (A,B,C,D,E)
8. Eino Karjalainen Beatanpoika Pöksyläinen Lindú of Finnmork aff Weselax, Silver guard 2020 oktober (A,B,C,D,E)
 
Vapenformer:
A. Bucklare/vapen
B. Sköld/vapen
C. Två vapen
D. Polearm
E. Tvåhandsvärd
 
Furstetorneringen är i Round Robin-format med matchade vapenformer. Det blir två grupper om fyra fighters. Bäst av tre bouter i varje match. De två bästa i varje grupp går vidare till semifinal. Semifinalerna avgörs bäst av tre. Högst nummer väljer vapenform i alla bouter. Man får byta mellan bouter. Man kan endast välja vapenform som någon är auktoriserad för. Finalen avgörs bäst av 5, alla vapenformer.
 
Om någon i finalen inte har alla vapenformer, får den med lägst fighting-Order of Precedence välja vapenform som körs dubbelt. I så fallbestäms det innan finalen startar.


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This weekend, instead of attending virtual SCA stuff from the comfort of my home, I drove E two hours south, to a friend's house in Vebomark, a village south and inland of Skellefteå so she could relax in a place with cats to cuddle with for a few days before her next Asylum interview on Thursday. K and M (and their daughter (A) have a nice house they are fixing up and have only recently moved into. One of the outbuildings is a lovely octagonal barn--I love those. So, of course, they have fixed it up to be a useful SCA space, and they have hung a variety of shields, painted with SCA heraldry on the walls, there are tables and benches, etc. Therefore I took along a costume, and we took advantage of the pretty setting to film he and I singing one of the songs I wrote. I am reasonably happy with how it came out. Of course, once I saw it on the big screen I realized that my belt had twisted a bit, so the center embroidered bit isn't actually centered on my body. Oops. I also noticed that my circlet and veil had shifted a bit further back on my head that I prefer, so my forehead looks huge... No one else will notice, right?

It was so wonderful to see them, eat their homemade ice cream and pie (which they ate last night after we arrived, but I wasn't hungry that late, so I had it for second breakfast), and the yummy vegetable omelette that K made me for dinner (he's much more generous with the butter to cook the frozen veg in before adding the eggs than I would have thought about doing, but oh the result was tasty), cuddle their cats, and go for a walk through the village. E. liked it (and the cats--one Norwegian Forest Cat, and one Sibrian) enough to decide to stay a few more days, so I left her there and came home this evening. The roads were much better today than they were yesterday. Yesterday they were wet, and my windshield wipers need replacing, so visibility was often not so good, but today the roads were clean and dry (well, except for the dirt roads, which were sometimes still icy snow, but those weren't wet, and they had no traffic, either--I suspect the GPS had been set to "shortest route" rather than "fastest" route given how many little roads I took after leaving the highway and before arriving at the destination).

(note: even though there is still a pandemic going on, I deemed this trip worth it to give E more time to cuddle animals and help keep her from stressing too much before her interview. Besides, this family already had covid, back in November/December, so, hopefully, don't have it now to give to us, and if we had somehow picked it up without noticing, then hopefully their bodies would reject it, having learned how to fight it then.)
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My acroyoga partner was out of town last week, and didn't get back till Thursday. Therefore we had planned to meet on Friday morning at our usual time (07:30) before work. However on Thursday he sent me a message and asked if we could meet later on Friday instead. I said yes, and asked if he had a preferred time. He suggested 16:00, which happens to be the time that Phrie has Porsöhallen booked for training. I haven't managed to make it to a single Phrie practice on a Friday since we moved to that site from Porsöskolan last autumn (since I often work from home on Fridays, and then don't feel for heading in to uni only for practice, or, occasionally, because I did work on campus, but was tired and decided to just go home instead of to practice). Therefore I suggested that we might try meeting there instead of the campus gym we normally meet at, and I worked from the office that day. I just barely managed to reach a breaking point in work to get there (and was a couple of minutes late, but I made it).

That turned out to be fun. The room has a wall of mirrors and plenty of mats, so we set up mats in front of one of the mirrors, so we could see posture in the poses, and started practising. Then one of the new exchange students came over and joined us. He has done agroyoga before, so was able to teach us a couple of things, and is super strong, so was able to do on the first try anything we taught him. Also, he is a bit smaller than I, which made it fun to base him, since it takes so little effort compared to holding up Johan. Ellinor was there, so I got her to demonstrate the washing machine sequence that she and I do, in part so that Johan can learn to base it, since he has gotten stable enough for that, and because I wanted to try basing it with the new guy (I did, in fact, try, but didn't quite get it to work, but he was able to fly it with Ellinor after seeing me do it).

Johan and I normally only meet for 30 or 40 minutes, at it was -21 C that day, therefore when I had arrived at work that morning I opted to pay for parking, so I could plug in the car and have the engine heater going when it was time to leave. However, the campus system is one where you plug in the car, and tell it what time you will leaving, and the heater starts working an appropriate amount of time before the scheduled departure based on the current temperature. This is great if you know what time you will be leaving, but if you don't and guess wrong your engine may not have been warmed enough when you leave, or may well have cooled off again. Based on our above mentioned training habits, and knowing that I had stuff to do to get ready for heading south on Saturday, I figured that a departure time of 17:15 sounded like a good guess.

Ha! Johan finally decided he was tired and perhaps we should wrap it up for the day at 17:20. Oops! So rather than spending another 20 minutes or so stretching and talking like we normally do, I grabbed my coat and stuff and headed out the door, also missing the "show of the new things you have learned today" portion of the Phire training session.

However, it was good that I left when I did, as that gave me time to accomplish some of what I needed to do that evening. I did the baking (see the post I did on Friday), I gathered some of the stuff I wanted to bring with me, and I did my yoga, and then went to bed at 23:00 deciding that I could get everything else packed in the morning. I woke at 05:30 and did the last of the packing and loaded the car, but was running a little late when I picked up Ellinor. I had meant to be at her place at 07:00, and it was nearly 07:15 when I arrived. Luckily, she needed the extra time to get everything downstairs, since her elevator was broken, and she had to carry everything in multiple trips on the stairs, so she didn't have to wait long.

Because Ellinor is wonderful she did all of the driving to Skellefteå (just over 1.5 hours), which meant that I made some progress on my sewing project. We went first to Casja's parent's house, where we would be staying, and met Cajsa there. We had a lovely couple hours with them, sharing a second breakfast and conversation, then we set up our beds and went on to the Möhippa, meeting first at the home of the one organising the day's adventures. Once we were all assembled and had decorated a T-shirt for the occasion (with the phrase "Drottning Evelina"(Queen Evelina) and möhippa(bridal shower) and some random art, we drove a couple of blocks over to Evelina's and kidnapped her. First we dressed her in the T-shirt, and went to a climbing wall, where we all got at least one chance to go up the wall. Because she was the bride, Evelina got to go up first, and then got another turn in between each of the others, if she wanted it. She happens to both love climbing, and is terrified of heights, so when it was her turn she would try to get as high as she could without thinking, but each time, around the half-way mark, her brain would kick in, and the fear would kick in, and she would sit down and ride back down.

Because I love climbing (and have zero fear of heights), I was quick to volunteer to be the second one up the wall, and, since they had given us the easy, flat route, wall, and I didn't impose any limitations, I quickly scurried all the way up. Then, since I knew we were a big group (8 of us), and I wouldn't get many chances, I also climbed back down. Then everyone else had a turn (while I practiced hand stands). Cajsa commented to me that I was pretty quick, and I pointed out that it was such an easy route, and that I would have happily have tried one of the harder ones. She pointed out that I could choose to use only one colour hold, so, once everyone else had had a turn, I went up again, but that time I limited myself to only the red holds. That went super easily lower down, but they became spaced further apart higher up, which meant that I got to do fun things like pick my foot up to hip height, hook my heel on a hold, and then pull/step up onto that foot so that I could reach the next handhold above. Afterwards I got a compliment on "nice heel work" from the lady doing the belaying.

After climbing we took Evelina to a mall and gave her a half an hour to get 20 strangers to write their phone numbers on her shirt. She accomplished this mission, laughing later about how popular it was to write on her shoulders and sleeves, but only one person dared write on her belly, and they totally skipped her waist and breasts (no surprises there).

From there we went to a "Salt Room". I am not certain I understand the point, but the room had a thick layer of salt on the floor, and the walls and roof were totally covered in salt. So we sat there for perhaps an hour on comfy lawn furniture, happily digging our feet into the salt crystals, and having pleasant conversation. Towards the end of that time I drifted off to sleep a little.

Then three of the group went back to the starting apartment to get the place set up for the evening party, Evelina got a massage, and the rest of us relaxed in the lobby of the salt room, eating the yummy caramel apple cake with blueberry, oat and almond topping (see above link to my last journal entry for the recipe). We shared with the ladies working there, and they liked the cake, so I shared the link with them, since they liked the thought of a cake that tastes sweet but contains no processed sugar, nor sugar substitutes.

Then we went back to the apartment and nibbled a bit on the appetisers that had been prepared, which was my last food for the day. A bit later pizza was delivered, and I happily worked on sewing while the others ate. Quite a bit later the guys from the svensexa joined us, and they played some games that involved competing to see which team (his or hers) could more quickly correctly identify a song and the artist, or say which film a song was from, or which colour features in a song, etc. I didn't have a chance at any of these, since I haven't been in touch with popular culture in ages, but everyone else seemed to enjoy it. Around midnight I was feeling tired, and commented to Ellinor and Cajsa that if they wanted me to drive we should go soon. They decided that since neither of them could drive (having both taken some alcohol), but it wasn't that far back to Casja's parents that I could take the car now, and they would walk later. Evelina was also feeling tired, so I told her fiancé that I was kidnapping her, and gave her a ride home on my way back to the house.

I was asleep well before 01:00, but Ellinor didn't come in till after 03:00. Therefore, even though I woke the first time before 07:00, I decided it wasn't worth getting up that early, she wouldn't be ready to go for hours, so I rolled over and slept well till 09:00, when her alarm went off.

Then we got up, enjoyed breakfast with Cajsa (her parents had, of course, already eaten by then), and then we drove home, and Cajsa went to catch her bus back home (she lives in southern Sweden these days). During the drive north I got a text message letting me know that folk dance is cancelled tonight because our teacher is sick, which is a shame, but did give me the time and energy to both do snow shovelling, and type this up (in addition to unpacking, cooking food for the next couple of days, and hanging out a bit with David and Caroline), and it isn't even 20:00 yet.

Next weekend is the wedding itself, so I will drive back down again for it. This time Ellinor's partner will also join us, and I will check to see if there is anyone else coming down from here that might want to carpool.

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