Post by Ryahn Debois (I) on Oct 5, 2009 17:48:37 GMT -5
I had left the cottage ealier than normal that day, leaving my mother behind in a bit of a dither. She had discovered that we were shorter on supplies that believed, and had been worrying at me all during breakfast about it. Part of being a mother, I supposed, but I wasn't too concerned, knowing that next week was when we would make the trip to the village that we made several times a year.
Humming to myself under my breath, I looked up to find that the few clouds that had marred the sunshine before breakfast were now eclipsing it completely. Perhaps today wouldn't be such a good day for woodcutting. Setting my axe on my shoulder, I shrugged and turned to head back home.
Today wouldn't be a total waste, however. I could always work on the table I'd been putting together for the order of furniture the man from the village had ordered for his new bride.
When I got back to the cottage, my mother was there to greet me at the door, with more worries, of course. I patted her shoulder and gave her a one armed hug. "We'll be fine, mother. We can go to the village early if you want. But I need another couple of days to finish that furniture order." Mother had just snorted, and shook her head at me, muttering under her breath about how she was the only one who ever worried about anything.
Once she realised I wasn't really listening, she began to worry at me about the things that needed to be fixed up on the cottage. The roof needed to be replaced, she said, and the walls were beginning to crumble. Shaking my head, I propped my elbows on the table and put my face in my hands. She'd been going on about things like this for over a year now, and it made me think that what we really needed to do was move into the village. Or at least that she should. She would be much happier there, than all the way out here, with nothing but trees for neighbors.
So it was that three days later, I had just finished the table, smoothing it one last time to give it a fine, splinter-free finish. Mother was already waiting out by the wagon, and it took me only a minute to load the table in with the othr furniture I'd finished in the past three months.
Climbing into the driver's seat, I clucked to the horses and we started for town.
Humming to myself under my breath, I looked up to find that the few clouds that had marred the sunshine before breakfast were now eclipsing it completely. Perhaps today wouldn't be such a good day for woodcutting. Setting my axe on my shoulder, I shrugged and turned to head back home.
Today wouldn't be a total waste, however. I could always work on the table I'd been putting together for the order of furniture the man from the village had ordered for his new bride.
When I got back to the cottage, my mother was there to greet me at the door, with more worries, of course. I patted her shoulder and gave her a one armed hug. "We'll be fine, mother. We can go to the village early if you want. But I need another couple of days to finish that furniture order." Mother had just snorted, and shook her head at me, muttering under her breath about how she was the only one who ever worried about anything.
Once she realised I wasn't really listening, she began to worry at me about the things that needed to be fixed up on the cottage. The roof needed to be replaced, she said, and the walls were beginning to crumble. Shaking my head, I propped my elbows on the table and put my face in my hands. She'd been going on about things like this for over a year now, and it made me think that what we really needed to do was move into the village. Or at least that she should. She would be much happier there, than all the way out here, with nothing but trees for neighbors.
So it was that three days later, I had just finished the table, smoothing it one last time to give it a fine, splinter-free finish. Mother was already waiting out by the wagon, and it took me only a minute to load the table in with the othr furniture I'd finished in the past three months.
Climbing into the driver's seat, I clucked to the horses and we started for town.