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I'm glad to take off my watch. In a lot of ways, I try to ignore time when I can. So that is a small bit of cheer in my life. As the days go on, I do suspect that I am working a bit longer, and that's good news too. But my sleep is still in the seven to nine hour range.
The hotel still has not asked you to leave. That party that you showed up with is still here. You run into them sometimes. They ask if you want to hang out.
The hotel is still not full. You are paying for utilities.
You keep working. Sometimes you work an entire shift and Pops never shows. He's sleeping or he's doing something else. But whenever you and he are there together, he's always still working when you leave. If he's there when you arrive, or if he arrives after you. You always leave first.
But then one shift, the unthinkable happens. You both arrive at roughly the same time. You work and you work. He makes soup and sandwiches. You work.
Then Pops passes out. When you go to him to make sure he's okay, he looks at you with a tired face and says:
"Man, I can't keep up with you anymore. How do you do it?"
It seems he was pushing himself beyond his limits to not appear weak to you. He was often working exhausted and praying for you to leave so he could sack out.
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I learn the lathe and other tools, but for now, I prefer the carving knife. I start trying some fancy designs, and whether they work or not, I keep on. The failures I offer for the cost of the wood if Pops is okay with that, seeing as even poor folk need a stick, even if its ugly.
He's not okay with that. You still worked on it. You put your energy into it. You don't sell it for wood cost. But you do let him set the cost. He knows how to dicker with these folks. You still make a few coins from them.
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I shake my head at the idea of weapons. I find myself happy to embrace peace, and this world seems to have much of that, which I like. However, I sigh to myself, and began setting aside a little time to practise with my weapons. The worlds being what they are, there is always some evil or thug about somewhere.
A walker shows up to buy a staff from you. He's not got much money and he offers to teach you to fight with them in exchange for one. Pops says it's okay with him if you just pay him for the wood.
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OOC: Personally, I'm a bit more peaceful than I have been before. I have a greater reluctance to start a war, and that bleeds into my writing, I guess. Probably not all that peaceful.
OOC) Better a warrior in a garden than a gardener in a war eh?
(Doing Therapy)