Tál

...means "foot" in Quenya.

Yet another update, who'd have thought it. There's a very simple reason. I'm not at iaido practice. And I am grumpy, restless and thoroughly unhappy about it. But with this being day number... errr, is it seven? of my ten-day week, I suppose I should heed the pain in my left heel tendon.
Not happy. Not happy at all. I could've gone there and helped out, or just watched, or something. Maybe Stille-sensei would think this is good though. If so, then, all right.
But still. Not happy.

Morning's work was extremely relaxed, which was good. I hope they did well afterwards too. Visit to the naprapath went well, there's less and less issues with my back for every time. Might go for one more, in a month or so. But I did take the chance while I was there to buy me a pair of 680 SEK soles. I didn't even ask for the price. I just asked for the very best option possible, trusting (ooh, scary word) these professionals to get it right. I was ordered to take out the insoles I've worn for... too long, really, since all they do is prevent me from getting the right musculature in the foot valve (mmmyes, that could perhaps be argued, but let's try this way, seeing as how the other one hasn't done much). He did however make a convincing argument with the valve bridge - if you push from underneath it, it will collapse. But, I must counter here, if you only have something that will help it, strengthen it...? Oh well. It felt better, when I was walking, afterwards, which is a good sign. There's still constant pain though, no matter how I sit, stand or lie.

Found a very nice caraffe on a whim. It's going to be nice to have for the lrp.

Reeeestless. Going to do something about the blue Isilmëarë-shirt I think. And maybe do a few cuts from seiza, or standing on my knees.


Edit:
Oh, I forgot to mention! The sweetest old lady came up to me on the subway today, and said to me, oh, you have a very nice braid in your hair! I'd just made an ordinary one from a ponytail, and then tucked the end in under, but she really liked it, and we sat down and had a wee bit of a talk. Over eighty, she was, but seeing no point in just sitting down and being old, she decided that to travel was her thing. But, she said, she didn't go very far when she was abroad. The farthest during her later years were London. Now, I really wish I'd have taken her number. I would have LOVED meeting and talking over a cup of tea. Stupid me.

And at the moment I am sitting with my feet in a gradually cooling bath of hot water near-saturated with ginger. Some old aikido-sensei had told this tip to one in Kensei, and he passed it on to me. It is a most peculiar sensation. (Peculiar. What a great word!) It does indeed seem to work.

Painting a Deathwatch Terminator for the store. We're going to be led by an Inquisitor in Termie armour, and all of us working have one each. It is going to be a fun launch... or maybe not so, seeing as how many irate customers have ALREADY called to spew their ire at us for allowing the Space Hulk boxes to run out. Sorry. But, you know, you certainly had good warning. On the webpage, in White Dwarf and definitely in the store.
I'm happy I preordered one as soon as I could.
It IS a pity they're only making a limited amount. It's an awesome game.
But then again, why shouldn't they? It seems more like an indulgence than a way to get money, or promote 40K. Oh well.