||[Nov. 12th, 2004|12:06 am]
Captain Lajos Tantony
|[||Right now, I am
We haved achieved dining tables! Long, narrow dining tables to stand along the wall and take the food at the housewarming and picture-hanging party on Octeday! In the end, Angua, Igor, Igorina and Raimon helped Beth and me. Thanks, everybody! And special thanks to her Ladyship, who
inflicted the blasted infernal things on us lent us the tables. Once we had the metal crosses that stabilise the legs underneath the tabletop, it was almost really easy to assemble them.
Also, we have achieved domesticity and a really comfy kitchen. When I just came home from having my horses shoed for the winter, there were posters on the wall, held by an ingenious system of two narrow wooden battens clamped on at the top and bottom that one of my friends from Red Bear House had devised to hang their schedules and maps with. Posters of Beth's paintings, iconographed by Otto and printed by the Dwarves at the "Times" press. Around the kitchen table sat said friend, Dasha with her cubs, my sister Ilona with her son, Raimon, and Beth, who had made coffee for everybody, and were disjointedly discussing exceedingly bizarre topics. I just got myself a cup of coffee, looked from one to the other while they talked and seemed to make sense to each other, and was
suddenly inanely happy content.
Angua and Otto came in later; apparently, there had been a message from Mikhail's and Sergei's new branch-off pack, demanding to be heard as well. Otto and Angua weren't quite decided yet whether Otto and Munya should in fact go to see them, and whether Angua should go with them.
Angua seems to regard Otto as dangerously mad, in any case; but then, the Ankh-Morpork City Watch has a somewhat uneasy relationship with the "Times" and the other newspapers, anyway.
Everybody agreed that werewolves were not really to be trusted while there were, at the same time, two of them sitting at the table, having coffee, and agreeing while three more (admittedly young, and really two yennorks and a wolfman, and we know what wonderful creatures those can be, from Lupine) were playing tag on the kitchen floor with Palko, my sister's son. Or rather, Palko was trying to teach them, but they didn't quite get it yet. Ana broke a saucer, but it was only one from the bric-a-brac china with the little blue violets painted on my mother had given me as an afterthought, apparently glad to have it out of her attics.
Also, I have achieved freshly shoed horses with snow grips under the shoes which will keep the snow from packing in hard into the hoof, and somwhat bigger studs on the shoes themselves. The last few days, I was a bit careful where I went on my horses, because of all this snow. Also, Beth is considering whether he should have his own horse.