Sept 24th chores

tia comes into kitchens, looking about see what needs to be refreshed and made. girl moves like a dancer in a slow waltz as if wearing stilts tip toeing about from one cabinet to other. she sees copper kettles hanging just above fire pit. tia moves to each one smelling and looking, paga,blackwine and plain water. she notices just below huge slab of bosk beef hangs from a thick spit that has driven deep within it. The bosk beef is cramel almost on one side. girl takes Handel into both of hers turning so fire can cook another side. she moves away from fire pit, and past large pots picking them up, slinging into place putting away clean pots. tia wonders if the pots where made to be heavy or perhaps it is just the way of life, even the smallest things, struggle, distance. tia looks at dry store shelfs, reorganizing them turning so it is easy to see what is in and largest to smallest. she takes up several stack of plates from long wooden table in center of room, twirls on tops of toes placing amongst the ones already there,laughs almost coliding into them. she turns to face kitchen away from door, looking at kitchen like it has a life of own, bows good bye and out to main hall.

welll done Mine Im so proud of you