Yarg. Let's try this "update regularly" thing again. I have, in fact, not disappeared nor have I fallen off the face of the Earth.
Friday was... something. Did I actually do anything Friday? Moving on...
Saturday was a long day, but was lots of fun. I actually got up before noon- 10:00, to be exact- proving that I can actually get out of bed when I have to. I've taken to waking up then laying in the warm darkness for an hour... or two.
Anyway, I went to Njall's (hagerson's)
Njall and Allesaundra are great people, first off. I thoroughly enjoyed the time I spent with them. The fact that they fed and paid me is good too. ^^ The "official," i.e. why they paid me, reason I was there was to help them with their yard work. They have several dog runs (for those who, like myself a couple of days ago, know nothing about kennels, those are fenced off areas in their back yard for dogs in the kennel to run around) that were overgrown. They ranged everywhere from, "not too bad" to "good lord, where is the ground?" I got three and... 3/4 of a fourth one done. I'll probably go back later this week to work some more. I had Rush's The Trees going through my head from time to time. That's kind of weird when you're not listening to Rush. As I said, they took me out to dinner afterward to a bar-be-que place in Townsend, good food. I almost said "food good."
After I left Njall's I went over to seiberwing's house to hang out with her, raisedbymoogles, apprentice_lurk, Rath and Mikki. I'm pretty sure Rath has an LJ, don't know about Mikki. I'd be most appreciative if someone could point me at them. They're all awesome people, and I wish they could have stayed around longer than they did. Two-ish hours isn't nearly enough time.
After I left seiberwing's house, I went to see pieve. She'd just gotten back from a week at the beach, so I didn't really plan on doing much with her since I figured she'd be too tired. Turns out she wasn't, but I still got to see her, which is always good.
pieve came with us to my grandparent's for lunch today. Band of Brothers was on the History channel as a marathon and we managed to catch the last bit of it. I love the series and, for those of you who've not seen it, go watch it. It's gruesome, bloody, and violent, but true. To quote my grandfather, "this is how war really looks (referring to Easy company being pinned down by a sniper), it's not glorious. It's terrible, but it's true." Anyway, the second to last episode is called "Why We Fight." A plot summary of the episode can be found here. If you don't want to read it, basically what happens is they liberate a concentration camp. The first time I watched the series was before my second trip to Germany. When I first saw it, my reaction was more like, "yes this is horrible, but it's a movie." It's different now. I have been to Bergen-Belsen, trodden the paths and floors where thousands were condemned to die. There was very little physical remnant of the camp other than the monuments such as the mass graves that dot the landscape, Hier Ruhren 1000 Tote, "here rest 1000 dead." One Thousand. Mom asked me if it was easier or harder to watch that episode after I'd been to Bergen-Belsen. At the time, I said I didn't know. It's harder. It's very, very much harder. It was only by supreme force of will that I didn't start crying then and there. I really need to get off this subject before I start crying now. This is what happens when you go off on tangents like I do.
Tomorrow, well technically today, is my two year anniversary dating pieve. That's a good way to end a post that's taken a depressing turn.
Congrats on two years! That's quite an achievement! ^__^
And yes, Band of Brothers is incredible. We own it, and I watch it often. "Why We Fight" is a very difficult episode to watch. WWII has always been a passion of mine, and when the realization of "this really happened" hits, you never shake that feeling.
*nods* On choir tour there was a planned side trip to the holocaust museum. This was... two weeks, at most, after I got back from Germany. Needless to say, I didn't go. I went with our vocal coach (who was also the director's wife) to the Smithsonian instead. She went to see some of her father's stuff, I went because I didn't want to go where everyone else was going. Anyway, enough depressing stuff. ^^