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ickaimp'Wyrd' is a Norse word for both 'Weird' and 'Fate'. If a fortune-teller told you that you were going to die in the next battle, you accepted it, went out and died in the next battle. It was Wyrd. You accepted it and did not try to change it.
... just a passing thought.
Within 5 minutes, My Dad informed me that Luna Tic, our border collie, died. We got her as a puppy from the pound, and she was a nervous little thing, afraid of everyone and everything, but howled at the moon every night for 2 weeks, which is how she got her name.
We got her for my Grandfather in New Mexico, and the two of them hit it off like you wouldn't believe. But she had a problem with elderly women with canes, and in a city full of senior citizens, that's not good, so she's been living with my Folks for several years. But she's always's been Papa's dog.
Hang up, go looking for stuff that I need to start packing and accidently tip over the portable leather repair kit that sits on the bookshelf that I got when Papa died and it spills out. And I find 7 handmade arrowheads I didn't know were in there before.
I'm cleaning it up when my neighbour knocks on my door and informs me that the plant in the pottery pot that Papa made is sprouting babies and do I want one for inside the house?
... wyrd.
... just a passing thought.
Within 5 minutes, My Dad informed me that Luna Tic, our border collie, died. We got her as a puppy from the pound, and she was a nervous little thing, afraid of everyone and everything, but howled at the moon every night for 2 weeks, which is how she got her name.
We got her for my Grandfather in New Mexico, and the two of them hit it off like you wouldn't believe. But she had a problem with elderly women with canes, and in a city full of senior citizens, that's not good, so she's been living with my Folks for several years. But she's always's been Papa's dog.
Hang up, go looking for stuff that I need to start packing and accidently tip over the portable leather repair kit that sits on the bookshelf that I got when Papa died and it spills out. And I find 7 handmade arrowheads I didn't know were in there before.
I'm cleaning it up when my neighbour knocks on my door and informs me that the plant in the pottery pot that Papa made is sprouting babies and do I want one for inside the house?
... wyrd.
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IcKAAAAAA!
PLEAAASSSE send me a link! You promised! I love the clothes, thank you!
Junio didn't write! Wahh! ~__~,
Now, I'm definitely lonely... *pouts* but, at least I didn't fret myself into a tizzy at home over it. Thank you for keeping me distracted.
Take care impling,
Sirah
Very wyrd.....
Date: 2003-08-22 04:07 pm (UTC)Arrowheads? Coolness! Love arrowheads-- ever try to make one? Now THAT'S something that'll teach a person that "primative does not mean stupid" in one easy lesson; it'll also teach you to wear JEANS and not SHORTS when knapping the flint, since the shards are glass-sharp and tend to imbed themselves in the knapper's legs. Not that I'd have been that stupid, of course... Yeah, well. Maybe... Okay, so I was that stupid *just* once. Learning experience! Flint doesn't come out easy, either; it just slides right out of the tweezers **wince**.
Re: Very wyrd.....
Date: 2004-07-29 09:12 pm (UTC)He would take long walks in the forrest during antler shedding season and use those to chip the flint. He used nickles to chip the glass ones.
I just loved it... I do hope to go back to KA & give myself some time to learn the technique directly from him for working on glass.