Day 15 - Weapons are us

This is not a kid friendly home. TH loves medieval times and all the pageantry that he thinks comes with it. We have spears, swords, daggers, knives, and bow and arrows. Those are just the medieval weapons. They are stuck in corners hanging on dressers, bookcases, under the bed, in drawers, locked up, unlocked, hidden and open.

Every couple of months he comes showing me a magazine with some new type of weapon that he just must have. And if he decides on a sword he spends hours on whether or not he should have them send the sword sharpened. Sometimes they won't sharpen the sword, but mostly he decides on his own to not have them sharpened. But if they come sharpened, oh boy does he have fun showing me just how sharp they are.

One of our first dates was going to the renaissance fair. He had full costume, and though the temperature was well over 100 degrees (he hates hot weather), I couldn't get him to leave. I was miserable and annoyed as people would come up randomly, speaking in those fake old english accents "fair maiden how doth thy fair". I think that is all they could really come up with. It really is not my cup of tea and though I continued to go in the beginning I finally put my foot down and said no more. It is kind of like dragging someone to the opera who hates opera.

We haven't been to that fair for 15 years - but that hasn't stopped him from dreaming. Me, I never really got the fascination with the middle ages - I need my indoor plumbing which brings back to where I started, we had a sword hanging on the bathroom door and it fell on my foot, luckily it was one of the unsharpened ones.