Wednesday, 3 August 2011

Lú

...means "a time, an occasion".

Summer came, and it was lovely. At the moment I'm on the level of "broke like never before" again - not working at all in May and June can do that to you. All my money for going to Japan, whoosh, gone.

So I'm looking more than ever before for a new job, and a new place to stay - I stayed in a friend's one-room apartment for July, and it was lovely. A one-room apartment is just the thing for me! Or two-room, but, hey. It was wonderful. My own place! It looked "Elliefied" after one day, and smelled that way too. Unfortunately, the owner returns from Ireland soon and I don't have any money for rent anyway, so, in one easy move I packed all my stuff and it now resides in the childhood room of Egladil, whose parents live out in the forest somewhere the buses run four times a day. Two hour walk to the commuter trains, it is, but one can take the bicycle and lessen the time it takes somewhat. But it is out on an island, there is quiet and calm and huge trees and I can see the water from my small window and, there are two kittens. Kittehs, kittones. Zooming around the house like comets. It's a proper job, keeping them from crawling down into my boxes and bags, but it's lovely having them nearby and being able to pat them when they lie still or come close. Though of course all my clothes are a wee bit hairy right now. Only the white hairs seem to stick on black clothing, for some reason... Odd, I know.

Been wearing my "Pride ribbon veil" or just hair decoration this week. I think I managed to get most of the LGBT[insert rest of letters here, oh, what the hell, let's just go for GSM - Gender and Sexuality Minority] colours in there, though I missed black and pale yellow! Well, that can be rectified. There were actually people who noticed and guessed correctly. For my part, I've taken quite a liking to it! It's very colourful and it speaks to the Changeling in me (Changeling: the Dreaming, remember).
The fact that I have two sweethearts is beginning to trickle out to not just closer friends and family, but to gossiping neighbours and childhood acquaintances too. Sometimes the looks on their faces, if I'm there when they're told, is worth every slur and word of derision...

It's been so hot in the store that I have barely made it through the days. I would come home with the beginning of a migraine every evening, and spend one or two hours like a mindless automaton, before my head and body had regained some semblance of strength. The three fans moved the heat around, but no more. Drinking water didn't do more than keep me from dehydrating completely. Going outdoors was a bliss, even with the air pollution. It's worse inside anyway. But then I started buying a kind of water spiked with vitamin B and zinc and stuff, and allow myself two small pieces of chocolate every day, and it got better. But still... I could use a shirt for two days at the most before having to clean it. And I had to go into the bathroom to pour cold water on my hands, and once a day on my feet, to keep the pain down, and always keep a bottle of eye moisturiser fluid something around.

Ödesväv/Weave of Fate was not a very good experience. There are a lot of reasons for this, amongst them the fact of distance (it's not FUN having to walk for two hours to get around the lake), not very nice behind the curtain plotting arrangements, the usual blindness for giving EVERY lrper a good lrp and not just those living in the village. Yes. I say village, because that damn well isn't a city. Town, not even that) and so on and so forth. A right bitch of a Fair Folk Queen didn't make matters better, though we decided to turn some of the whingyness into a lesson when talking about it afterwards. Only once or twice did we manage to recreate the magic from last year. More specifically, after I told Highelf that "dude, I am not going to jump you! Your girlfriend who is standing over there is supremely cool with the fact of our characters being what and how they are, and she was the one who suggested they renew their vows of marriage!" Then, we managed to do the "otherworldly Fair folk creatures", him and me, as they should be done, and I was a lot happier. Damn, we were cool, the two of us and the three of us - Dream, Hunt and the naiad Nami. And our campsite (well, in the future, I don't think we should even have an ingame physically existing campsite) was very, very beautiful. Out on a small, thin strip of an island, with flat ground and trees lining the shore, with decorations all over of various kinds.

And earlier this summer, my two sweethearts met for the first time, and it went far better than I feared. They don't need to be friends, in my world, but it was important to me that they meet.
After the lrp one of them came to visit me, and on an odd whim (well, no, not really - we both know how peaceful we feel when on the island) we went home. And fox kindly said he was okay with us living there, so we did, and I still feel a bit tearful when I think about it. For sure, I still love him, no doubt, but that he so readily accepts at least one of my sweethearts, and even likes said person, and that we feel like such good friends, that is wonderful. I am very happy.
When that week was over, my other sweetheart came to visit me, but on the mainland, and that was lovely, too. I wish I didn't have to work, but there you go. We had a lovely week and I am very fond of the thought of exploring a certain museum with him. We managed one special exhibition and one floor this time, so there's two or three floors left! And we spent a long time merely ogling and climbing over the cannons outside, just to see what calibre they were and the different inscriptions and pompous coats of arms and...

Work and living space troubles have been stressing me so much I've been snapping at people, but my sweethearts still manage to give me butterflies in my tummy. And I got to practice iai once, too, thanks to Stille-sensei being able to borrow a hall. Our keys still don't work.

Other than that, I'm being creative. Seven pages of fiction to get to know sir Vincent better, written in three hours, amongst other things. And now, home, on my island... preparing for the very best week of the year.

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