lenora_rose | (no subject)

This whole last week our house has smelled, at various times, of roasted beef, of garlic (Together and separately), of bacon, and of lemons. We have had enthusiastic hordes (Well, little hordes) of help in making these and other foods ready.

I have mostly been cleaning house around the fringes and getting ready to host four people (Two are here already, two due anon.) (And continuign to grate my hands off making teapots, but that's not related.)

Tomorrow, Colin cooks for eighty people. Tomorrow, we have an event with much fun and royalty. After which, we host a revel. Which emans running home fast for one last spate of cleaning.

Tonight, I crash. Sunday morning, I crash. Sunday afternoon, I skate badly, possibly attempting to simultaneously dance to medieval music.

Needless to say, i think i'm cancelling the mandolin lesson on Tuesday. I've touched it for all of fifteen minutes the last few days.