L has been in the process to get promoted to a better position at job #1. If he gets it, he could drop job #2, and be a salaried employee for the first time ever, working in marketing and, while stalling us moving, significantly increasing his chances of getting better then an entry-level position somewhere when we do.
Three days ago, out of the blue, he casually asked me what he'd need to do to make an offering. Charming as always, I'm fairly sure my response can be summed up as, "A whaaa?". No...he was dead serious. He'd been thinking about it a lot, and was pretty sure he wanted to make an offering to Thor. Well...we talked about the sorts of things he could do, what sorts of promises he could make, etc, and he took it from there and set the date to do it .
Yesterday was rather strange. L chose it because it's the only day he had the afternoon off in a while. We couldn't afford much, but he got good local beer and nice sausages, buns, etc, and planned on lighting a fire at one of the fire pits at the campsite just out of town. We drove out...and not only were the sprinklers on, but the river had flooded the lower campsites. The only one that was dry was inhabited by an old guy and his dog. So...we tried a different park, by the tiny town one over. No good--all the youth in the town were getting the park all pretty for the 4th. Really, now? The park in our town has a fireplace setup, with a chimney, so we went there.
Minutes after we got the fire started, a bunch of college students started filling the pavilion, while a family picnic (the women staring disapprovingly at the clothing of the college girls) took up the other half. Soo...we camped out around the fire. On the concrete. It was as though the universe was determined to make this whole adventure as difficult and annoying as possible. Stuff got dropped. Kids ran amok. The beer that L tried to pour out (without it being obvious) got left too close to the fire and the gosh-darn bottle exploded! Forgot plates, forgot cups, our son back-flowed into the soda, leaving it in-consumable for the rest of us, and the chocolate for smores melted in the package. If it could go wrong, it did.
Yet, at the same time, my husband, the guy who gets red in the face if someone isn't turning fast enough when driving, was mellow the whole time, laughed like it was a cosmic joke, teased about the dueling pavilion inhabitants being exhibit A for why we need to get out of here, and...pledged to wear wear a mjolnir pendant if he gets this job. The man who has insisted on not touching any sort of religion with a 10-foot pole until a full year is up. You could have knocked me over with a feather.
-
Dez started a blog post L and the OfferingL and the Offering
You must be logged in to post a comment.
If you want to do an offering while avoiding all that, though, what I do sometimes is I pour a beer into a glass and let it set for an hour or so (or, since you can do so openly in your house, for the duration of a meal), and then I pour it from the glass outside somewhere. I've actually been meaning to carve a stone for the purpose for some time, but I haven't managed to do it yet.
In any case, best of luck on the job! I'm sure things will pull through!
I like your idea of the stone. You need to be sure and post pictures if/when you get around to it! And thanks for the good luck wishes. I don't want it to keep us for long if he gets it, but it would make it much more simple to save up and head out to a new job next summer.