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kareina ([personal profile] kareina) wrote2025-08-16 11:40 pm

Identifying as an archaeologist

 Today was our last full day of working at the Viking Museum. Tomorrow we have a full shift, but we will spend much of the time packing stuff up. To be fair, we have already started. Today's weather was kinda random, with scattered showers alternating with sunny moments, and a reasonable amount of wind. 
 
As a result of the latter two, the tent we had put over the old smithy was largely dry in the portion that wasn't in contact with the ground. Therefore, we moved my rock carving station to under the grass roof next to the outdoor smithy and unhooked the tent stakes so we could let the tent hang from its ridge pole into the smithy area and get a little head start on drying for a few hours. Then, at the end of our shift we moved it to hang the ridge pole from the wooden frame holding up the grass roof so that it can continue to dry overnight. 
 
Tomorrow we can fold it and stack everything we've been using on a pallet for Drift to drive up the hill and put it away.
 
After work we did a video call with the cat sitter and packed everything that isn't needed tomorrow and loaded it in the car.
 
The I did yoga and had a shower, so now I am ready to sleep.

Ps more than once while working here visitors have asked what I do when not here. I reply "I am an archaeologist working at Umeå University.  You know what, that feels really neat to say!

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kareina ([personal profile] kareina) wrote2025-08-15 07:52 pm
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A very rainy day

 Woke at 07:00, wrote up and posted about yesterday before I forgot it, and did a quick pilates.

Today was the rainiest day since arriving in Lofoten, and we wondered as we set up our work stations for the day if we would have visitors who would take the walk down the hill in the rain, or if it would be a day of quiet solitude for us?

For the first hour it was, indeed, quiet, but then a few people arrived, and then gradually more, and more again, till the amount of time spent talking with visitors felt like a typical day here. Then it slowed down again as it neared the end of our shift and we packed things up for the walk up the hill.

The nice thing of getting off work at 17:00 now (as opposed to 18:00 or 19:00, which were the two shift end times we have had since arriving) is that I had energy to cook after work, and I made a small pot of chilli. Good thing, too. Keldor failed to eat any breakfast, and didn't eat any of the food we had brought with us, so his day's intake consisted of tea, coffee, and a can of Monster energy drink. Silly boy. He was rather hungry by the time the chili was ready. 

 
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kareina ([personal profile] kareina) wrote2025-08-15 07:41 am
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War Museum

 Thursday morning I woke motivated to finally start writing my blog post about making the cloak for the Drachenwald Order of the Mark, and made good progress on that before Keldor woke.
Then we had a leisurely breakfast and drove up to Svolvær because he wanted to visit the WWII museum. The war touched this area rather a lot, and there is a very impressive collection of artefacts they have gathered, filling five rooms. Uniforms, other clothing, epquipment, tools, weapons, documents, and quite a bit of amazing art that had been made by prisoners of war. O never remembered that I had a phone that could take photos, but the guy who made a pretty bone knife with a nice wood handle and a lovely braded belt made out of cellofan from cigarette wrappers as a gift for his young daughter did a beautiful job, and I hope she appreciated it. The guitar made of match sticks is amazing. 
Keldor did remember to take some photos, but most of them he will never share as this museum contains a lot of items that had belonged to folk on the German side of the war, and there are symbols on those uniforms, toys, etc. That one doesn't share. Ask him if you are curious. The Christmas tree was expecially overwhelming in the amout of efort the artists went to to make ornaments that would have been beautiful if not for the propaganda. 
 
Then he dropped me off at Sandra's house, and went fishing. I think I had the better evening entertainment hanging out talking and sharing stories with a friend, while he was out in the wind, occasionally putting fish he didn't want to keep back in the water (and not seeing any he wanted to keep), but he seemed to have enjoyed it anyway. 
 
Now we have three days left to work before we head home, and our shift has switched to the early one, 10:00 to 17:00, and it is already nearly 08:00, so I should get up and face my day.
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kareina ([personal profile] kareina) wrote2025-08-13 10:21 pm
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minor adventures on a day off

 I woke up at 08:00, did a 45 minutes yoga session, had breakfast (yay for skyr! Which we bought while at the store last night. The plain version isn't available in Sweden, but I like it even better with my muesli than yoghurt) and then Keldor finally woke up.

We had also bought a package of frozen garlic bread yesterday, so we popped it into the oven to thaw/melt the butter while I cooked up the broccoli, zucchini and carrots with some chickpeas, almond meal, sesame seeds, and flaxseeds.

Then we went out for adventures. During the driving time I read aloud to him from **Skinsinger: Tales of the Kaltaoven**, which we are both enjoying (though it would also have been nice to look out the window).

Our first stop was near the beach at Vik. Last time we were both in Lofoten we had gone out that way, and stopped at a small parking pull out just on the far side of the sand beach and we walked down to the rocks, where he fished, and I looked at interesting geology. This time the parking pullout on that side of the beach were all full, so we turned back and took one on this side instead. From my perspective this was a much better location, as we had to walk down a hill covered in berry bushes to get to the rocks. Which is to say, he walked briskly down the hill, fishing rod in hand, and went straight to what he wanted to do, which was fishing. I wandered slowly down the hill, pausing here and there to eat crow berries, and blueberries, but there weren't manly along the path, so I drifted gradually leftwards, till I found berry bushes that had berries that hadn't already been eaten, and I settled happily in, eating blueberries till I had eaten all I could find in that area (I spent about a half an hour there, I think).

berries

I took a photo of Keldor, way over there fishing, just before I found the dense berry patch.

keldor is out there, really

and once I had eaten my fill I thought of heading over nearer to see if I could get a better photo, then sitting on a rock to do the sewing I had brought with me. However, soon after I started walking across the rocks, he came walking back towards me. Once we met up we started picking up seashell halves of the sort that are useful for holding paint when working on scrolls. We filled a pocket full, that can be sold or given away at events later, before returning to the car, about 45 minutes after we arrived.

Our next stop was the glass blowing place at Napp, since we enjoyed it last time. However, they must have been doing some sort of renovation or something, as the upstairs area was closed off. As a result, the few tables were in use, and the number of other visitors seemed overwhelming, so we didn't get the coffee he wanted, nor the snack I had considered, nd instead we drove down the road and parked at another pull out where we enjoyed fika in the car (it having started raining).

Then we checked the map, and saw that tjere is a whale museum at Nusfjord, in the other side of the island. So we started driving that direction. However, it turns out thay one may not drive through the fishing village to get to the museum, and we didn't feel for paying for parking to walk 750 meters to go see if the museum was even interesting, so we went on.

Not too long later we saw another interesting parking pull out, at Bøosen, and, since the rain had pretty much stopped, we stopped to look at rocks (me)

rocks

and fish (him).

Keldor fishing

 

We drove a bit further, to Flakstad, and decided to turn around and wend our way north again, returning to the house at 17:30, about five hours after we had left. 

Then we had a light meal and watched the latest episode of Squire Talk, a Drachenwald series of conversations about knightly virtues by a couple of Squires, and their guests. We usually watch this live by joining the zoom itself, as they are all friends of ours, but this time we had to catch it later.

All in all a nice relaxing day. Though I am selfishly just as glad he didn't catch any fish, so I could enjoy eating with him, rather than hiding in the other room to avoid smells as he cooked fish, as happened last time we were here.
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kareina ([personal profile] kareina) wrote2025-08-12 10:06 pm
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A book worth reviewing

 Today I woke with much more energy, whic was nice. Thus I did a 40 minutes pilates workout. I like the longer sessions in the morning, as the app gives a longer warm up period, meaning a gentler wake up for my muscles. I am just plain loving the way using the app daily solves the aching hips problem. They haven't hurt in days, and it takes hours of sitting in the car to trigger the problem at all.

The book I bought last night was Skinsinger: Tales of the Kaltaoven, by Heather Rose Jones. The oldest of these tales she'd published 30 years ago, the youngest was written recently, and had not previously been published. All of the older ones have been edited and revised for this book to ensure proper consistency across the full story.

I enjoyed it so much I didn't want to put it down to go to work today, and wound up taking reading breaks, to get in "just a few more pages". Yah, right, I finished it.

The very first story in the book starts a bit abruptly in the middle of an action scene for my taste. I would rather learn to care for the characters snd understand something of their workd before seeing them flee for their lives. However, as it was originally published as a stand alone short story, I understand why it had that structure.  That said, that is the only flaw I found with the book. That first story manages to pack in enough world building before the end of the story to understand the context, and
The rest of the stories each contribute more world building details as needed, so that by the end of the book I felt like I have a good understanding of how the skin singing magic works, as well as the various cultures we encounter on the way.
I have loved all of Heather's books that I have read, and this one is just as delightful. 

Strong female characters overcoming difficult situations, forming alliances, and, sometimes, falling in love with one another.  Interesting magic, plausible range of cultures in a vaugly medieval fantasy setting,  and characters with a tendancy to think their way out of tricky situations. 100% recommended  will read again. In fact, I have already started reading it outloud to Keldor. 

It is good that I finished the book before my work day was done, as that meant I was willing to head to the large grocery store, 20 minutes away, after work, so now we have  food for the next few days.
 
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kareina ([personal profile] kareina) wrote2025-08-11 09:46 pm
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The day after festival, and everyone was tired

 Stayed up too late posting a blog post, so it was 00:45 before heading to bed. Oops. Keldor slept pretty directly, but I didn't fall asleep, so I got up to do some yoga. In the process of reaching for my glssses case I bumped my index finger against the wall, the pad of which that (I forgot to mention in yesterday's post) had come briefly in contact with the edge of Keldor’s very sharp axe yesterday, and so has a band-aid on it. Luckily, the damage is minor, and the blade sharp enough it didn't hurt at all when it happened. But it didn't like colliding with the wall in the dark.
So I took an Alvadon for the discomfort (I really do have pretty much zero pain tolerance, it is good that I am normally pain-free), did my yoga and tried again to sleep. This time it worked, and I got nearly 7.5 hours of very dream-filled sleep, most of which I don't recall, but the plots were mostly complicated and weird. I do remember driving a white car I couldn't get to go forward at an intersection, and then it slid backwards down a hill, curved off the road, and settled into a snowy ditch, so I got out grabbed it by the slightly open hood, and pulled it back up out of the ditch onto the road. I remember being surprised it worked, and got in and started driving again, trying to make the left turn I had been trying for tje first time, but a big semi came up, got in front of/to the side of me and started turning right instead, pushing me the other direction. 
In hind sight, I think that portion of the dream was influenced by road noises outside the house. I have often had dreams about not being able to control a vehicle I am in when in a house right next to a road that has intermittent loud, and kinda fast traffic, as the doppler effect sounds get incorporated in the dream. This usually, as today, leaves me feeling not as rested as I would like to feel upon waking. Of course that yesterday was an intense/fun day is also a contributor to my feeling tired today.
 
But I managed to get myself out of bed, did my morning pilates (ok, only 15 minutes, when it has more often been 30 minutes since we arrived in Lofoten), and we made it to work on time, where I didn't make as much progress on the pot as normal, due to lower energy than normal. It felt good to come home and curl up with a book after work. And when I finished that one, I bought another, and got sucked into conversation on the Alpennia Discord server. 
 
I should do yoga and go to sleep soon, it would be nice to have more energy tomorrow. 
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kareina ([personal profile] kareina) wrote2025-08-11 12:29 am

Soapstone carving workshop

 Finally lay down to sleep 00:40. Woke at 06:00 and thought that I should get up and take my vitamins for The Swedish Glaucoma Nicotinamide Trial (SGNT) https://sgnt.se/ . I have no idea if I just fell right back to sleep after thinking that, or if I mnaged to go to the loo on autopilot and then fell asleep again, but either way  the next thing I knew it was after 07:00 and I hadn't taken them, so I got up and did that, and went back to sleep till Keldor’s alarm ernt off at 08:20. (Since the vitamins need to be taken with food, and my interest in food hadn'tyet awakend,  I did what I often do, broke off a single bite of a bananaand ate tgat with the vitamins. That is small enough to manage when not hungry.)

For reasons neither of us understand, today Keldor was scheduled to work from 10:45 to 18:15, but I was scheduled to work from 11:30 to 18:30, with my soapstone carving workshop to begin at 12:00. (Normally we start and end at the same time, but yesterday, when he had the children's forge workshop he was supposed to atart 15 minutes before me and end 15 minutes after.) However, both yesterday and today we clocked in and out at the same time (and we started 15 minutes before we were scheduled to start).

Drift did deliver the box of large soapstone pieces and the large soapstone bowl full of small soapstone pieces on time, and Ole-Andreas found me the bowl full of knives and the laminated printouts Elisabeth had made from the pdf of small soapstone artefact photos I had prepared.

At exactly 12:00 no one was present, but soon after some people started dropping by and carving started. I supplemented the museum's knives with some of my personal tools, of which the various files proved the most popular.

I took photos of most (but absoutly not everyone) of the people and their finished projects, and just counted. 21 people! Most of whom did small things like spindle whorls or necklaces, but there were a couple of oil lamps. Eight of these were festival participants in Viking clothing, six were children in modern cloths, and seven were adults in modern clothes. At least one more adult finished a piece,showed it to me and left before I thiught about asking if I could take photos, and I am pretty certain a handful of other children participated without showing me a finished product.

One of my stone carvers, Filomena, went to the forge after she was done carving, and got Keldor’s help to make herself a cloak clasp. This, plus talking with folk after, meant that we stayed on site till after 21:00. A long, but fun, work day!
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kareina ([personal profile] kareina) wrote2025-08-09 11:18 pm
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Children's forge

 Stayed up way too late reading last night, but managed to get up early enough to shape bread rolls from the dough which had been in the fridge overnight, do my morning pilates as they rose a little, and bake them before it was time to get ready for work. 
 
Today Keldor ran the Children's forge activity at the Viking Festival at Lofotr. He helped them make tiny swords out of nails.  
 
I made progress on my soapstone pot and talked to people. One conversation that was particularly fun was with Zoe and Barbara, viditing from France, who have spent a couple of days exploring the museum. They started with the standard what are you doing questions, but kept following up with more and more interesting questions, and Zoe took lots of notes as I explained about the Viking Age soapstone industry. Eventually, I gave them the link to my masters thesis https://zenodo.org/communities/la-icp-msmaps/ , and told them to contact me with questions. I also told them about the SCA, and where to find us. I hope they do.
 
On one of my walks over towatds the toilet I saw a guy in a leather tunic and hood, and paused to compliment him on it. This lead to a conversation in which it was mentioned that he was performing with his Viking Age instruments in the boathouse that afternoon, so I set my alarm and went down there when it went off. It was a delightful show. He sang and played three different types of lyres, each patterened after a specific find, and a horn flute, and a bone flute.
 
After work Keldor still had energy, so we went over to the Archery range and played a bit. We tested the three sided arrowhead Keldor forged against a bit of the medieval style rivited mail that Jeno made. First we used the standard archery range arrows, and they simply bounced off the mail. Keldor's arrowhead went through it several cm. We assume that were there a decent linen gambeson behind the maile the person wearing it wouldn't have been seriously injured to have been shot at that range, with that bow. However, it wasn't exactly a heavy poundage bow.
 
After shooting and chatting for a bit we walked back to the car, checked the local store, which had closed at 18:00, and Keldor dropped me off at home, were I happily curled up with my book, and he went to the museum's workshop to polish and put an edge on some of the knives he has made here. He even found a bit of wood to put a handle on one.
 
I did my yoga a bit ago, so now we shall shower and sleep.
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kareina ([personal profile] kareina) wrote2025-08-08 10:20 pm
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Knitting chainmail

Woke just after 06:00, went to the loo, took my morning vitamin, went back to sleep till 08:00.

Woke up thinking of Obsidian and how I am now writing all of these post there, and copying each day into Dreamwidth after it is complete (so some days there are running notes made during the course of the day, when there is time for that). I have considered exporting all if my Dreamwidth blog posts enmasse and then importing them into Obsidian, which would take some effort to find appropriate tools to accomplish in such a way that all the metadata, including date/time stamps and tags imported properly. But today I realise that it would be more fun to import them by hand, one at a time, reading them as I go, starting with the oldest, written in 2005, and working my way gradually forward whever I have time and inspiration to do one or a handful. I could even go through and copy old letters I have written from my archive of my old email addresses from when I used to use (I forget the name of the email program I used that downloaded email from the server and organised it into folders based on which of my addresses it was sent to, and if it was sent to a mailing list--I exported all of that data to Thunderbird when that program ceased to be supported, and it could be fun to also read and archive in Obsidian the newsy letters that were sent to friends and family). Then I decided that my future self may do these things, and may also copy over info from the Word Document I started in the 1990's containing early memories of various places.

Therefore, I spent half an hour or so setting up a lifeline folder structure in this Obsidian, with a folder for everything before moving to Sweden, and in that folder dated sub folders for everywhere I have ever lived. Perhaps they will never be filled with data, or perhaps they will, but now the list of places I have lived exists here, anyway. 
Then I got up, did 45 minutes of pilates, and cooked some "gryta" (the word simply means "pot", but refers to pretty much any one-pot meal that isn't liquidy evough to be soup). I had to make a pot of chilli, but we had only one can (ok, box) of tomatoes, so it went a bit of a different direction. Canned tomato and blended beans, plenty of mushroom powder and kale powder, some beetroot powder, some frozen vegetables, somevground sunflower, pumpkin, sesame, and flax seeds, butter, a small batch of egg noodle dough chunks, and most of the spices we brought with us. It came out yummy.
Then I baked a dozen bread rolls with that as the filling, and put the rest of the dough in the fridge to bake later, and the remaining gryta in the fridge for Keldor to eat tomorrow and the next day (I like the cold bread pockets to take with me for lunch, he would rather heat the gryta in the microwave before or after work).
After the cooking mess was cleaned up we put on nicer costumes than we wear for working in the smithy and stone carving and headed over to the festival. We considered looking for the shortcut through the woods, but ad we started walking to where it may start one of our housemates drive by and offered us a ride, so we took it.

As we arrived on site the sun was really beating down hard, and everyone else was delighted, especially after it rained so much yesterday. I, who enjoyed the nice cool temps yesterday, was miserable in the sunshine. So, after only one lap around to look to see what the merchants had, I retreated to my normal work corner under the tent roof. Today Rod and Lucy had set up their sale stuff there  and she worked on her Viking mail, showing visitors how it is made.
I couldn't resist asking to try, so I spent the rest of the afternoon learning a new skill and applying it.

They had previously set up the rings ready to knit. They have two types--the ones you can open, which get rivited shut, snd the ones they forge-welded shut. These are tiny rings, with an inside diameter of 5 mm, made after a Viking age find. Apparently, that suit of chainmail had surrived as it had gone through the funeral pyre, and the coating of ash protected them from rusting away.

I haven't yet tried the preparation steps yet, but she explained them as:

For the rings to be rivited:

1. Coil a wire onto the mandrel 
2. Remove the coil from the mandrel 
3. Use the special ring cutting tool with a slot in it to cut off a ring fom the end of the coil (that slot makes it possible to cut the ring so that it has a several mm overlap)
4. Use another tool to flatten the overlapped section 
5. Put that ring on a wire and repeat the process with the next ring
6. After there are enough rings with flattened overlap on the wire, take them to the fire and heat them enough to anneal them
7. After they have been annealed and cooled, put one ring at a time onto the drift plate, with the flat part over the hole in the plate 
8. Use the drift to drive a hole through the overlapped bit down into the drift plate hole
9. Put the ring on a wire and repeat with the next ring
10. When there are a reasonable number of rings on the wire put them into the fire to be annealed.
11. When they are cooled, add them to bowl of ready-to rivit rings

For the solid rings:

1. Cut rings as described above, but instead of flatening and punching the overlap, simply forge-weld them shut. (I really want to see this done, so I can do a better description )

The pattern is 4:1, so every one rivited ring is attached to 4 solid rings:

1. Pick up a ready-to-rivit ring and use two tiny pliers to open it.
2. Loop four solid rings onto the open ring
3. Use the same two pliers to carefully close the ring such that the pointy part of the hole in the flat part of the ring  slots back Into the hole in the other end of the ring
4. Put a rivit into the hole. You can either do what Rod does, and pick up a pre-cut rivit (3 to 5 mm long) and insert it into place. Or, you can do Lucy's prefered approach, and take a long length of rivit wire, if needed cut the end on the diagonal, and push it into the hole. Then trim off most of the wire, leaving only a tiny bit sticking out to be rivited. While it is much easier to poke the long wire into the hole, I didn't trim my first attempt short enough to successfully rivit it, so I promptly switched to Rod's approach. 
5. No matter how you got it there, the next step is to use the first setting pliers, the ones with a hole that goes all the way through, to push the rivit wire further into the hole, by carefully lining up the bottom projection on the hole on the ring into the hole of the tool, and then closing the tool onto the rivit wire, which pushes it into place 
6. Then use the second setting tool, the one with a divit instead of a hole, to do the final set of the rivit, by tucking the bottom of the rivit into thst divit, and then squeezing the pliers shut around the rivit.

This process, while fiddly, is surprisingly easy. None of these steps require much hand strength at all.

After completing that first set of 4 solid rings to one rivited you extend it by opening a new ring, sliding it through two of the solid rings (ones that are adjacent to one another), taking care to do so in such a way that the rivit on the new rivited ring will be in the same orientation as the first. Then add two new closed rings to the open loop, pinch shut the loop, double check to see that everything it sitting exactly as it should, and if it correct, rivit it shut. 

I repeated this process today till I had a tiny snake 8 closed rings long (so 16 total closed rings, and 7 rivited) 

Then I started a new row to begin turning it into a rectangle (three times I needed to cut open a rivited ring when something went wrong. Once because of a too long rivit that couldn't be set properly, but had been too squished to trim, once because I forgot to add two new closed rings, which resulted in one rivited ring doing no work thst wasn't already done by its neighbours, and once because I failed the correct orientation part, so half my snake had rings leaning one way, and the other half the other).

Adding the second row is easier, as the path to slide the opened rivit into its closed rings on the snake is less fiddly than it was for the first part. Even so, i just barely got the second row done by the time they had packed up the merchant booth at the end of the day.  This means it rook me probably 3.5 hours to do that much (during which time I made a sale for them, as they were both away from the booth).

Lucy said I could keep the little bit  but I have no use for it, so I suggested she keep it.

All in all it was a fun afternoon, sitting in the shade, learning a new skill, chatting with interesting people. I would also enjoy learning all the preparation steps.

We choose not to stay on site after they packed up the market, but just came back to the house and relaxed.

We did take the scenic route home, first following the trail along the lake shore, Then we went up the hill by the church, then the side path between the fields. That route is 45 minutes, so probably only half an hour if we skip the lake part and go directly to the turn off between the fields.

Suddenly it is after 22:00, so I will post this and do my yoga and get ready for bed.
 
 
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kareina ([personal profile] kareina) wrote2025-08-08 12:29 am
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Lofotr Viking Festival, day 1

 Woke at 06:30 took my morning vitamin, and realised that, for the first time since starting the study, I forgot to take my yesterday afternoon vitamins. Oops. Then I went back to sleep till 08:15, because that seemed sensible. 
 
It took a while thereafter to convince myself to actually get up, which meant that I needed to do only a 15 minutes pilates so that I would also have time to eat breakfast and pack lunch before heading to work. 
 
Since today was the first day of the Viking festival we had more visitors than normal. It also rained off and on all day, which meant people taking shelter under my tent roof, so I had a variety of interesting conversations. 
 
I managed almost as much carving today as yesterday, so there will be at least one more day needed to finish the outside of the pot before I resume the interior carving. But tomorrow is our day off, so Saturday is my next chance. 
 
After work we went up to the longhouse, where Archaeologist Rebeca Franco Valle gave a talk on Viking Art styles leading us around the building to look at each of the styles we have represented, pointing out their diagnostic features, and letting us know which time periods apply to each. We have art in the Oseberg, Jelling, Mammem, Ringerike, and Urnes styles (but not the Borre style).
 
After the lecture we returned to the house where Keldor, tired after an intense day at the smithy, relaxed on the couch with his phone and some cheese puffs.
 
I started a bread sponge for tomorrow and compiled some photos of soapstone spindle whorls, fish hooks and line sinkers, and casting molds, and sent them to Elisabeth to be printed before Sunday's soapstone carving workshop.
 
Then I did my yoga and had a shower and am ready to sleep. Tomorrow we have the day off, so I will bake and we will head to the festival to check it out.
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kareina ([personal profile] kareina) wrote2025-08-06 11:01 pm
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Game night!

 Woke around 04:00, finished up and posted yesterday's post, then did 30 minutes pilates, with the boosts set to glute strength and aerobic, and really liked the workout. I didn't start the laundry, as the washing machine is om the upstairs bathroom surrounded by the other bedrooms. 
Then I slept for four more hours (other than heading to the loo at 08:00, which was still too early to start laundry in a house where no one starts work before 10:00)
Since it was a day off for both of us, we walked up to the museum after breakfast, returned the cordless drill he had used to drill the rivit holes in the cauldron, bought him a tshirt, and me a cute little bowl in a good size for a songle serving of nuts, chatted with a handful of our coworkers, picked up the two stringless bows that we'd seen in storage the first dat, and got som heavy linen thread/cord that he will ply into bow strings for them. 
Then we walked back home and I baked a quick plain cake with strawberry jam in it, and we headed off to visit Sandra and Stian, whom I met when I was here last year.
She is originally from Poland, and we are kindred spirits in many ways, ranging from colour preferences, to game playing philosophy. He is also delightful. We chatted, ate snacks and played games.
Settlers of Catan, Polish version works, because you can go by the image to tell what kind of development card it is. I went first, which meant I got the best property, and, since we did random locations for the numbers, I wound up winning, by multiple points.
 
Then we played a game called Alias, wherein your teammate(s) have to guess a word you describe. It is in English, so as the only native speaker in the room I had an advantage, but we all had a lot of fun.
 
Now I need to do my yoga and get some sleep, as we work tomorrow, starting at 10:45.
 
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kareina ([personal profile] kareina) wrote2025-08-06 05:08 am

A lovely dinner with friends

Woke at 08:00 (so 8.5 hours sleep) And did my morning pliates. Then I finally solved a weeks old problem. Some weeks back I bought an e-book through the Swedish company Adlibris. When I tried downloading/opening it the app said that for this book I need to activate Adobe ID on the phone. I was quite certain I had previously done that, so I looked up the password, entered in my email address and password, and got a cryptic error message (en fel inträffades). So I tried the "if you don't have Adobe ID already, sign up here" button, which took me to a login page, where the above mentioned email address and password worked. Tried opening the book, right back to the same "you need to activate" message. I cycled through that a few times that day, gave up, and ignored it for some days, tried again, same result, then tried again yesterday, still didn't work, so I emailed Adlibris customer service. This morning I had a reply suggesting two other apps I could use other than their own, tried one, and it worked just fine. Of course, I have no time to actually read the book in the next few days, but now I could, if I wanted to, and that is good.
Solving that problem took us to time to get ready for work, so I packed lunch (less than I normally bring, since we had a dinner date, and my only hope to be able to eat is to make certain I don't get enough to eat during the day, as I know that the second my body thinks it has had enough food for the day it totally loses intresset in food).

We started our day up at the longhouse, as Keldor needed to borrow the cordless drill so he can patch the hole in the cauldron, and it was with the woodcarver's stuff there, and I needed to meet Elisabeth to discuss her thoughts for the soapstone carving workshop we are having during the Viking Festival.

Then we went down the hill and set to work. Keldor determined that the cauldron is in even worse shape than he had thought, as the plate next to the one he was patching is so thin that it started to split from the vibrations when riveting on the patch.

But he carried on, got the patch in place, and then gently hammerd together the split. Hopefully, if they cook a nice thick oatmeal in the pot the porridge will fill the remaining cracks and make the pot water tight for a little longer. They want the cauldron for plant dying of fabric during Festival.

I started the day by going over to the cafe and getting some cardboard and making a couple templates to show the correct inner and outer curves of the soapstone pot I am working on.

When I started the pot three years ago I first set it asside after a day or two of carving so I could make the forge stone. Then I had a day or two after finishing the forge stone to work on the pot again. So I went for speed carving, knocking the corners off as quickly as possible, and making it kinda round on the outside.

"Kinda round" as used in that sentence is nothing like the shape it should be. So, once I had the template I set it against the outside of the pot, saw that while the corners were rounded away, it was still a little more square than round. So I decided to stay with narrow strip in one of the corners, and began tapping away the high bit, then used the file, then checked the template on it, determined which part was still too high, took that down a bit, and repeated, till I had a trough in the edge just enough wider than the file to be able to slide the file back and forth through it. By the time the outer surface of that trough had the right curve it was more than 1 cm deep at the deepest point.
Then the fun bit started! Taking the chisel to the side of that trough to extend the curve around the side of the pot. By the time I had worked my way 1/4 of the way around the side of the pot (to what had been the side of the squarish block when I started) I only needed to remove a few millimetres of material, as opposed to the well over 1 centimeter thick that needed to be removed from what was left of the corner.

Of course, as I worked so many different people had stopped to ask what I was doing that I only managed to fix the outer curve of one qudrant before our shift ended and it was time to pack it up for the day.

Then we hurried home, showrred off the rock dust (me) and forge soot (him) changed to clean clothes, and headed over for dinner with Rod and Lucy.

My trick of stopping eating when still hungry worked, and I was able to eat, but I was also feeling kinda rather grumpy towards the end of my shift, not having had my normal regular pauses to eat a little whenever I was hungry, and I had to work very hard (with variable success) Not to take it out on Keldor, who, being warned that I was trying the experiment, was very tolerant of my failures to maintain a pleasant tone while my tummy was being a drama queen, convinced that we were dying of starvation, so we managed to avoid bickering.

Of course, as soon as we arrived it was such a delight to see Rod again and start to get to know Lucy it was easy to maintain my personality on a pleasant setting as the bustled around with the final preparations of the meal.

They fed us spaghetti with two sauces to choose from, one vegetarian (which I took), and one with meat (everyone else) and a lovely fresh baked bread, about as thick as focaccia, but a nicer texture, and a lovely garlic oil coating. I ate far too much of it, but my mouth was happy, and mt tummy decided we aren't going to die. I even managed to taste a little bit of the desert cake wirh extra cream. (Everyone else had a larger piece of cake than I took.)

They are staying in a cute little cottage that is now an AirBnB, and was likely the orginal house on the property (it sits next to a larger house, where the hosts live). It is on the shores of a lake across the fields and on the far side of the strip of woods from the museum. I have no idea if there is a short cut to the museum through that forest, but if so, it would be much faster to walk than going around by the road (but the road is only a couple of minutes by car).

Rod had a pile of his knives for sale. The man identifies as a blade smith, and he really is tallented. These are all period appropriate style for the Viking Age, and very fine grained pattern welded. So beautiful! Nice sheaths, too!

He also showed us the tools he made for doing chainmail, and clearly, he also has points in "make tools", as they are stunning. There are some surriving examples of Viking Age chainmail, and they are much finer size rings than is currently popular in reenactment. So Rod's tools are designed to work with the smaller rings, and they have some maile i progress as a demonstration.

Their rings are as tiny as the aluminium rings that Daniel uses for his art (like Keldor’s banner), but made of iron (steel? I didn't ask about the carbon content).
The cutter he made has a tiny slot in in, just big enough for the wire they use, and they cut the rings with a overlap. Then they use one of the other tools to crimp them together. The interlace pattern is quite dense, and I can see how a large piece would be very effective armour. (I will try to remember to get photos during festival)

We stayed and chatted with them till after 22:00, then headed home so they could get some sleep before they set up for festival tomorrow.

We were both tired enough thst we didn't join our colleges for a birthday party after dinner, but hust came back to the house, where I typed this till too tired to type more, did a very short yoga session, went to sleep and woke atround 04:00, took my morning vitamins and resumed typing

Now it is neatly 05:00 I will post this and do my morning pilates and then go back to sleep for however long I feel for, as we have the say off.
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kareina ([personal profile] kareina) wrote2025-06-14 10:34 pm
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Spelmansstämman

 This is my first Spelmansstämman in several years. The year I moved to Lövånger, I still made it back for the event and performed with my folk dance group, as we had been practicing together all winter, and I was still working some days each month in Luleå, which meant I got in some occasional practice with them.
 
But then Keldor and I spent a couple summers traveling to lots of SCA events, and weren't home on the correct weekend to take the trip up for it, and I missed it, though I also had ever so much fun with the things we did instead. 
 
Then I got to talking with Tania, and we agreed that this was finally the year she would make the visit to Sweden, and we choose Spelmansstämman, as the timing was perfect, falling on a weekend they didn't have any performances scheduled.
 
They were scheduled to arrive on Thursday and stay for a week. Since we would be attending Spelmansstämman, I contacted my old folk and they said I could join them for the performance. 
 
On Tuesday Mike came down with Covid, and they had to cancel the trip. This made us all sad, and I felt sorry for Mike, who was also sick. Tania managed to re-book the flights to visit between Cudgel War and when we leave for Lofoten, abd I look forward to that.
 
But, since they weren't coming this week, I moved those vacation days to when they are actually going to be here, and worked on Friday, getting in some good progress on the tutorial video for filtering and exporting data from the database. 
 
Keldor suggested Friday morning that I pick him up after work and we could head north from there. His eork day ends at 15:00, which would mean my leaving at 14:30. But it turned out to be one of those days when they were waiting for parts, which clearly wouldn't be delivered on time, so he quit early and just came home, which meant I could work right up to 14:30, after which I baked some naan bread to take with us, it being fast, and travels well.
 
That plus packing took longer than I wanted, so we started driving just after 16:00. I expected us to be late to the concert, but we made good time, and arrived to Gammelstad at 18:05, pulling into the parking lot at the same as Barbara, so Kelsor was able to give her the directly the package we pucked up at Double Wars, and he recieved a bag of Robinie wood from a tree her dad had cut down. He will, of course, make knife handels of it.
 
The consert opened with a group of students (I think) Who played a number of lovely pieces, and then Nina Nordvall, who is described as a "Jojkare, accordeonist, kompositör & artist" on the program. I really enjoyed both, and I sent Tania short films from each performance, since they couldn't be there.
 
Then we went to the dance, and I danced till 23:00, and had so much fun! Then we headed back to David's to sleep (but had to wait for him to get home, as Caroline was already asleep and had locked the door, luckily, he was only a couple of minutes behind us)
 
Saturday I put on my folk costume and we returned to Spelmansstämman and I participated in the march from the church to the stage. Ellinor was there, also in her folk costume, so she waited with me for the start of the parade, and walked with me. It was good to catch up. I hadn't heard that she had split up with he child's father, and I hope that it goes well for her going forward. 
 
I watched a number of performances, sending short video clips to Tania as they went, and attended the folk song workshop, which is always fun. Keldor filmed our dance performance as a single 15 minute film, so I couldn't send it to Tania, the file was too big. I should do something about that. Perhaps if I put it on the computer, open it in Lightworks, and break it into individual dances, I can save each one.
 
 
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kareina ([personal profile] kareina) wrote2025-08-04 09:38 pm
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much better weather today!

 Went to bed at a reasonable time, slept till 08:30, meaning almost 10 housrs of sleep! (Not counting going to the toilet a few times, and taking my morning vitamins for the study.) Woke thinking of another way that might work to cut a bliaut out of the purple and blue silk fabrics I bought at Cudgel. 
But, of course, before sitting down with the computer and drawing program to confirm that it would work, I did my morning pilates, as I like not waking up in the night with sore hips, and the best way to keep doing this is enough of the right sort of movement.
I did try playing with the drawing program after, but it mostly convinced me that the chunk of blue really is a little too small for this morning's idea, and I will probably go with the plan I came up with last time I had the program open.
Since we don't start till noon today, we even had time to run to the local store before work, so now I have frozen berries and a few other things I wanted.
Today's temperature was much nicer than yesterday, and it even rained occasionally. 
Therefore I made some progress on the pot. I am fixing the problem with the outside curve. When I removed the rim and grove just under the rim, so we will be able to rivit on the handel, the sides became somewhat pumpkin like in their curvature. Now I am trying to straighten out the upper walls of the pot, so it looks like the surviving artefacts  in part because trying to make the inside curve to make the walls uniformly 1 cm thick sounds harder if I don't. 
Rod, the other Blacksmith arrived today. It is good to see him again. We will join him and his travelling companion for dinner tomorrow after work. I will just need to try not to eat during the second half of the day, to make it possible to be hungry thst late. Sleeping in may also help, which, given our work schedule here, is doable.
As we were driving home today we saw one of our colleagues walking down the street carrying a big bag of empty cans and bottles to return to the store for their deposits, so we gave her a ride. It is a couple blocks out of the way, but I wouldn't have wanted to carry that bag that far.
 
In other news, I am really loving the program Obsidian. I fell for it for the graph showing connections between notes, and I love that it is open-source, but the "daily note" feature has really made a difference in my posting regularly. Especially as I added a template with properties, so I can open the note in the morning, set the property "published" = "not yet", and add to it here and there during the day, then post later in the day, changing its published status to "yes".
Now I want to find an easy way to download all of my old Dreamwidth posts, and import them into Obsidian, preferably with tags and timestamps intact.
 
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kareina ([personal profile] kareina) wrote2025-08-03 08:20 pm

A very warm day. Ok, hot is a better description

 I woke 04:00 because my hip was aching, so I did 35 minutes pilates, took a hot shower, and went back to sleep for another three hours. 
Once I finally got up, I baked a dozen bread pockets so I will have easy to take with food for a couple of days. I made the dough from the liquid in a box of chickpeas, some yoghurt, a dash of salt and enough flour to make a soft dough. The filling contains the chickpeas themselves, a box of crushed tomatoes, some dried kale, some mushroom powder and beetroot powder, sunflower seeds, pumpkin seeds, sesame seeds, flax seeds, almond meal, and some artichoke hearts, plus spices. They are yummy!
The house was still a nice temperature when it was time to get ready for work, so I didn't think about my short-sleeved tunic. This would have been a good choice for such a hot, sunny day. Luckily, my work corner is shady and thus much nicer than out in the sun. Luckily we have a hose, and I could regularly soak my clothing, which helped. Even so, I wasn't as productive as I probably would have been under reasonable temperatures. 
Keldor, who is more tolerant of the heat than I am, was much more productive, getting the patch for the iron cauldron ready to attach and making (or finishing up previously started) a variety of small forged items. 
But by about 16:00 the sun had worked its way around far enough as to shine directly under his sunshade and onto where he was working. As he isn't stupid, he decided that was an excellent time to head up the hill with various metal things that needed grinding and polishing so he could do that in the shade, using power tools.
I stayed in my shady corner and kinda made a little more progress carving, but after about an hour with no visitors stopping by I packed away my stuff, wet down my tunic again, and walked up the hill. After checking in with him, I continued up the hill to the long house, and ckocked us out there, about five minutes earlier that our shift was to end.
We tried swinging by the store on the way home, but today is Sunday (we had bith forgotten), and very few shops in Norway are open on Sundays. So no bags of frozen fruit for me today, darn it!
Instead I took a cool shower and washed my hair, then hand washed the linen tunic I had been wearing today (stone carving in a wet tunic = a tunic that turns the wash water black four times before rinsing reasonably clear).
Then I mended his tunic and wahed it too. Since he uses it at the forge I didn’t even try to take it to clear wash water, but stopped after the fourth sink full if water, figuring that would solve the problem with the smell, anyway.
Now I will turn the filling that didn't go into the bread pockets this morning into a soup. By the time that is done I can do yoga and see if the bedroom is a sleepable temperature.