I can’t tell time!
Sunset tomorrow is the end of Jólablót, so I set things on fire and drank a little bit tonight.
I had meant to make a goat to burn out of grass in the yard back in December and keep that goat around until Jól, but between work and weather it ended up not happening. I resorted to making it out of cattails from the edge of the pond.
I could have gone up the hill to use the grass that’s growing up there, but we’re having coyotes showing up in the yard and I didn’t want to deal with that shit.
Cattails, as it turns out, are both too thin (if they’re flexible) and too brittle (if they’re thick) to make into good yule goats. His left hind leg snapped clean off and had to be shoved back into his torso. Just. Jammed right in there.
At least he doesn’t have feelings.
This also reminds me of a song I’ve had stuck in my head every year because of what I torched in Jól of 2019, and which I’ve had on a humorous playlist for the Gävle goat for a few years.
Falkabarn 