11 AM Journal
I found the mythical website Amazon. Of course, I knew about it from Betty, but being able to buy almost everything I want without getting dressed, taking a mirror, and then dealing with crowds while I lug it all around a crowded market? Yes, I will be ordering online as much as possible.
I need to find out if there is a magical version of Amazon. I’m sure a secure invitation is required then I’d need to prove I’m allowed to buy what I want, but it would be nice to have an alternative to small, dark shops filled with so much incense that I need a gas mask to browse long enough to find what I'm looking for.
Since I don't know exactly how much is on the credit card Chancellor Lantham gave me, I only ordered a giant bean bag (it is supposed to be like snuggling a cloud), and some bookshelves that should be delivered before I get back from Atlanta. I'm going to be dragging enough through the mirror with me when I come back, I don't want to deal with flat pack furniture and a bean bag the size of a recliner.
Right now, I'm at the main cafe in the castle courtyard waiting for Lenore for lunch. We ran into each other this morning on the sidewalk in front of my building. Turns out she is teaching in the Red House next door. She's four weeks in with a group of guys from Olympus. She has this afternoon free because they are doing a second round of 'local law' with another professor. Turns out they need a reminder that they can’t brawl with anyone who looks at them funny.
To-do List
Find a hobby
Purchase enough pillows for a good pileBeanbagMake appointment at Gatehouse for a trip to Atlanta on WednesdayFind a current staff list and see if I know anyoneCheck student rooms to make sure they are ready
Find someone to accept my shelves and bean bag
Pack for Atlanta
Check the weather in Atlanta
7:00 PM Journal
I thought the bright side of leaving Draig was no more stairs. I was wrong. Very wrong. Why is my apartment on the fifth floor of Blue House?
On the bright side, Lenore and I hit it off at lunch like we never lost touch. She spent time with the Tuatha De Danann but developed the Wasting disease and had to return to Earth. After she recovered, the healers told her she would likely fall ill on any other planet she tried; so she got a job here and discovered she likes to teach Others how to live on Earth. Most professors move on to other subjects after doing the required year, but she likes it. Said it gives her time for her scribblings. Didn't say what the scribblings are, just that she has time for them.
We walked back together after lunch past the boathouse. One look at the dock and I realized why we were taking the long way back. A man stood on the dock. No, not a man. That sounds too mundane. I couldn't tell from the sidewalk what exactly he was, but he was tall, thick, and his jeans fit him just right. I couldn’t make out his face because he was backlit by the sun like some kind of sunset picture people would hang over their couch in the 00’s. But between me and myself, I wouldn’t mind having that silhouette hanging in the living room. I tried to ask Lenore about him when we reached the front of Blue House, but her students arrived from their ‘fighting is bad’ refresher and demanded she tell them which weapons would be acceptable to wear on their upcoming trip to Athens.
Somehow, when she said she had a group of guys from Olympus it didn't register in my little head they were Warriors from Olympus with a capital W. These men were all over six and a half feet, wearing togas, swords strapped to their backs, and leather sandals with straps wrapped up their calves.
Too bad I'm off men.
Just here to live a plain little life where no one will notice me. Maybe I should get a cat.
Tomorrow's To Do List
Find a hobby
Purchase enough pillows for a good pileBeanbagMake appointment at Gatehouse for a trip to Atlanta on WednesdayFind a current staff list and see if I know anyoneCheck my student rooms to make sure they are readyContact the building cleaner and see if they will accept my shelves and bean bagPack for Atlanta
Find a familiar (or at least a wee beastie to come home to)