With Fire And Axe And Ruin...

Well, the past few days have found me in a mood best described as grim...

Don't ask why...

Not because I be unwilling to tell anyone, but rather because I don't much know myself. It's good though. I prefer this grim mood to the mild depression I've laboured under the past two and a half months now. 

However their has been one major consequence of this mood...

Before I left this place for my studies, My brother and I had a fort up behind our house... It wasn't much, a wooden structure in a pit, the top level with the ground at the back of it, and raised about a foot of the ground in front of it. Inside it was maybe 4 foot high, with plastic wrapped and wallpapered ceiling...

Anyway, my parents be trying to sell the house, and my 5 years in scotland, and thus five years of no care resulted in this fort, termed Moria or Khazad-Dum (I demand guesses for the source of that name. Claire, if you read this, you are exempt from this. You Know Where That Be From.) And perhaps, If I make it over come the summer, we can have that marathon we always talked about...

anyway back to topic... After 5 years of neglect, Moria was a mold and spider infested eyesore. And so I descended upon it (Ascended to it actually, to be entirely accurate) with Axe and Ruin... Fire shall come on the first of February, as a means of disposing of the rotted timbers... It's a complete coincidence that that just happens to fall on Imbolc, the ancient Celtic Festival... Honest.
And to anyone who believes that, I be selling tickets for suntanning trips to Niflheim...

Until this morning, I did the work properly, with the correct tools, and had intended, as all I had left were the bits that it was difficult to get at, to use a power-saw to sort the rest. However, Grim Mood... Argument with brother... I decided effectively, Hel with it. I am effectively a Norseman, I'll do it in the Norse manner. So I spent some time up there, putting an Axe through half inch plywood, knocking down supports of 4"x4".

In fact, I just realized, come the Burning I will have preformed a professional Sack...

SKAAL...

Oh. And I also just found out that Turisas, one of the best Folk Metal bands out there, and in fact, the one that got me into the genre is playing in Vancouver on the 13th of February. Vancouver is but 3 or 4 hours drive away, damn close by Canadian standards. Will I make it to see them? No. No Money, No Transport, No Place To Stay... Hence my Grim Mood grows grimmer. Wodin help he who crosses the Jared in the near future... And if he doesn't, well Draugadrottin take them...