This ficlet was written after looking at this sketch by silvertales, with their permission. He looked like someone out of a sub-line of a bloodline of Addergoole (Although the horns had to have come from his mother’s side of the family…), so I asked @Kissofjudas to name him, since ri’s named most of Astarot’s line.
This was actually an experiment in how much I could write the mood without revealing the plot.
Mormo was unimpressed.
To be fair, everyone in the room was unimpressed.
“I said no, damnit.” Mormo glared across the room. One hoof scuffed the floor, and the tracework of lights that was part of his Change lit up his forehead and cheeks. “This is my last year of school. There’s no way.”
“It has to be done.” Now it had turned into a three-way argument. Tempers were only going to get hotter. I stayed in a corner, watched the three of them, and said nothing at all. This might be about me, but it didn’t involve me.
The glow from Mormo’s forehead was threatening to blind the rest of the room. “There is no way. No way that you are going to talk me into that. And especially not with her.“
“Nobody is asking your opinion on the matter. We’re telling you how things are going down.”
I wanted to say something. I really did. Her? Like I was some sort of non-entity?
But they had pushed Mormo too far, and that was about when everything exploded.
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(After I: tidy the sewing job on the door curtain; sand the raw edge on the bedroom hooks)
Okay, two small ones, one much smaller than the other. First: Hang the mirror in the bedroom.
Second: The walls in the bathroom are ugly, and will be until we raise the ceiling. Also, I have a wire shelving unit for over the toilet just waiting to be installed.
I have bought the materials, and now I want to stretch a panel of fabric over a wooden frame (the fabric is a brown swirl on a buff-colored polyester suede) and hang it over the worst wall (the one I pulled the paneling off so we could see how bad it was), then install the wire shelving in front of it.
THEN I’m going to make a little 8″ cube fabric basket with the scraps. Whee!
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Ever think you “had” a skill, only to realize what you had was the bare rudiments?
That’s sort of what’s been happening to me with woodworking.
I know how to use power tools. I know how to screw two piece of wood together – or nail, even – without making a mess of things. I can put moulding around a window with reasonable mitered joints. I can make a raised bed with no trouble at all. I can use most power tools pretty well.
Gutting and redoing a house (or making furniture, which is the next step) requires so much more than that.
Skills I need to get a handle on to finish the foyer: * I need to learn how to use a Kreg Jig (link) to make pocket holes. This is for the overhead bin’s frame, for invisible joins.
(The overhead bin is a storage unit I’m building over the coat-hanging rod)
* I need to learn how to work with a slab of maple (1″-plus thick, 4′ long), how to square it, and how to fill the crack with resin (video link)
* I need to learn how to build a face frame for the bin, and how to hinge the door (the slab of maple, probably in two parts) so that it hangs evenly and looks nice.
When that’s all done, the next skill up is learning to use a router. Because routers are cool.
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