It's been quite blustery today, though a bit warmer (it topped 30 today!)...still, wool coat, tied down ears, and gloves for me. Seeing as I still have meat birds, I do my quad-outing every day feeding and watering the crazy things. They are ten weeks and not as big as maybe we'd like, but neither would I be if I was only fed four times a day and had to live outdoors in the cold and snow...
Anyway, this morning, Daddy and I brought in three loads of wood. A load consists of the back of the go-buggy stacked roughly three feet deep. I rather expected that we were going to continue moving wood for a little longer after we filled the wood room in the basement, but we didn't.
I've done a little "floating" today...I don't intend to, but it just happens. Blah...what an excuse!!
I played my guitar for a little bit until my left wrist got too stubborn on me (the key of C hurts...I can't help it!!) That was good while it lasted.
I composed an entry for "The War Between the States: A Journal". You do know I kind of like research (though it is pretty easy to get overwhelmed; particularly when I'm out of practice), right? Well, I have been stumbling on different helpful sites or online books. I started on a second post, but when I accidentally hit a key (or was it one of the cats?) that just about completely wiped out the little I already had, I decided to call that quits. It wasn't flowing right anyway. (Too much distraction looking for more reports, I guess.)
I got my editing computer (aka "the Monster") started defragging, or defracking...whichever...some point before lunch--and it's still at it (nearly six now). I really, really, really hope that it helps. Once I get done with that, Daddy has some other program for me to run since I think the Monster still has a bug on it that the computer guy didn't get off last time it went to the shop. I'll take it back off line as soon as that whole process is done.
Then...believe it or not...I just sat and read for awhile! Definitely a good practice and one I am consciously trying to force myself back into. I still love to read, I just don't. Um...that sounds rather like that excuse I made about "floating", doesn't it?
Anyway, Shelby Foote is quite a writer. He makes history engaging and tickles one's funny bone in the process. This is a prime example:
Having dispatched his letter to the General-in-chief, the convalescent author of the Elements of Military Art and Science sat back and scratched his elbows. It was then that the news of Fishing Creek arrived, and the effect was as if a bomb had been exploded under his desk.
What a horridly clunky post! Sorry about that...smooth sentences are something I seem to be having a problem with recently. Must be some of that "Conversational Fluidity" stuff...or not. I guess I could just be lazy too. ;) (Too, as "instead"...so why didn't I use that? *goofy grin* Okay, I'll buzz off now...I'm getting a little...strange?)
Until my next blog post, yours sincerely,