Yesterday was Grandma's birthday party. She's 85 and openly claims that she doesn't want to live anymore. What kind of life is that if you're in constant pain?
Table was full of cakes and such. Ate only as much as one portion of each cake (there were two). Met O. after exactly a week since we've seen each other. I appears thet he waited for me to call him first, and I waited for him to call me first. I managed to express my indifference quite openly which surprisingly did worry him. I found out that he signed up with his Good Lady for norwegian lessons! Yellow bastard. I told him I'm interested too ages ago, and he didn't even call me! There was some promotion, and semester cost 50% cheaper than usually. Don't have money for it anyway, but still!
We went to LadyBug and then Carrefour to get something for Grandma (I picked nice plant with pink flowers-unforunately rather smelly) and then went to cementary to light hearths. Been throwing big chunks of frozen snow at each other and I got hit two times in the chest ( I WAS A QUITE SUCCESSFUL ARTIST, BUT THEN I TOOK A SNOWBALL IN THE CHEST). Weather surprisingly warm (-3C) and so I didn't even zip my jacket.
At Grandma's we were sitting politely around the table and talking about everything and nothing. I showed O. The Reaper, wrapped in the bubble foil. He didn't take it out but his eyes went round like saucers and he stuttered: THIS IS GENIAL!I took it away from him only to give it back some time later. I decided he'll paint it. If he delivers, I might find a use for him. I have never seen (or maybe I just don't remember) O. to be so excited about something. When we were later walking down the street to get some beverage and saltsticks he kept talking and talking about The Reaper, and my various talents and skills. Well, that feels good.
And then I met one of his friends, Luiza, who was so eager to meet me (??) that she exclaimed at our entrance: "So, this is that famous sister of yours!".
"I see that my fame gets ahead of me"-I said, giving her my signature, firm grip.
And so we drank and listened to Jon LaJoie (POW,POW) and snickered upon his lyrics. I noticed that felted demon head I made for O. at a time when everything mattered, found its place at the new glass cabinet, that now proudly hangs above the desk.
I gave O. precisely a week to paint Reaper.
It is anatomically correct, and aproximetely 7,5 cm tall. Will start with another character today, as I woke up exactly at 8.00 which is, uhm, abnormal in my case. Must paint something too, and get some good bird photos from the net. Soon I'll be deprived of internet and before I get it back I might not be able to do so.
As for Thor-had some problems along the way, but it seems I found good solutions for them. Still unfinished but it is now closer to the end than ever.
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Two serious dog fights in the house featuring Perkele and Tora. Some minor wounds on both sides. It looks really ferocious when those two are in for kicking the crap out of each other. No apparent reason.
Also strawberries taste like water now.
I have a strange headache at the upper side of my head, it's really strong and I hope I won't die unexpectedly, in a seazure, down on the floor, with internal bleeding.
More snow, but temperatures also more acceptable.
Learned few interesting insults in Norwegian, like:
-drittsekk;
-din faens rompeslikker!
-morrapuler;
-kukkost (hahahahahahaha);
-knulle;
-skinkerytter (hahahahaha)
-fitte
and many more
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