Whispers and chats are welcome.

aloof

... every day through a very busy Father's Day weekend ...

Would it be possible to use this pic (or something likevit) at the top instead?

https://64.media.tumblr.com/64832fcc48e69e392444b2279a565a9f/73e42a12bd2c3a1b-20/s540x810/21c4af04eb371ab5067662db17199f9031ab148b.pnj

ohh maybe that pic should be at the top of the revamped music room!

turning over in my low bed
as the summer heat is percolating all through the place

*Gonna be a hot one out today. Deciding it's a good time to go out and get the pool ready for the summer. Pulling off the tarp and setting about cleaning it.*

fancy-pants

out

Seems quiet

-He would cast several times to pull out the heavy fat fish, some filled with roe and that would be used too. All of it would be useful to him. Once the brown woven sack was full, he tied up the line and took up the oars and began to row back to Torvald's Fjord.-

lordmason has started a new game with the following players:
lordmason

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 8 6 2 8 1 8 7 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " l o r d m a s o n " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " l o r d m a s o n " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 8 6 2 8 1 8 7 }

Rain!

-But that day was not this one and he brought in the heavy fat fish and clubbed it on the head. Removing the hook, he dropped it into the sack and then baited again, casting out to the same spot, just beyond the rising waves.

There was peace and solitude in the far north. Now and then merchants would venture this way to bring the news from the south. He would listen to the skalds stories and poems as they were composed of the tales they too had heard. Even movements of great armies and men who had come and gone, histories regaled in fashion and finery or blood and guts and steel. -

lordmason has started a new game with the following players:
lordmason

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 8 6 2 8 0 2 2 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " l o r d m a s o n " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " l o r d m a s o n " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 8 6 2 8 0 2 2 }

Sweep up.

-The splashing ensued and it pulled and tugged to try to jerk itself free. The sly smile remained on his lips as he would not let this one get away.

For a moment he cast dark eyes to the mirrored green skies locked in a hazy mist and remembered the one who had escaped. Escaped it all.

Death would also do that. Stake claim and it would come for us all to take us across the river and into Valhalla. For he, to sup with Torvald himself and remain upon the sea would be all he would ever need.-

-As the serpent rose and fell with each gentle swell, he let his thoughts wander beyond the green.

The prediction, vision had returned as his brain reviewed it again. It would remain in shadows, brewing and cooking, smoking until just the right moment and then it would strike. As the spitting ost, with no warning. Memory was long as he---

jumped to feel the nibble and waited until it took a good bite and he could feel it on his hook and began to reel it in with a satisfied grin on his face.--