I guess it was fairly productive, but the actual layout was a bit on the disorganized side.
In no particular order, I got my beehives painted--kind of a blue-gray to distinguish the second hive body from the first one. I went ahead and painted the four supers the same color; consider it convenience sake. Them bees give to move into bigger houses soon.
I played my guitar for the first time in too long. You have full permission to laugh at me, but I started out with the seven page "Dixie" arrangement that uses the full range of the neck. For cold turkey and stiff-ish hands while sitting on the floor, it actually sounded somewhat decent. I didn't play it slow, but plowed right into it full speed. My muscle memory helped out a lot. One of these days, I am actually going to be able to remember all those notes up there without having to stop and either use my cheat sheet or quickly run through them from the first fret. I played one other piece in that position then I had to get up. Sitting on the floor with both knees elevated makes my hip joints ache. :P
Katherine came and we howled and banged and strummed and picked for probably about an hour. My voice sounds horrid...just so you know.
Toward late afternoon, Mama and I started pulling stuff out so I could photograph it for my Etsy shop. I do have one, yes. Currently, there are only four measly items on it. There is still more to photograph, but I think I got a fairly decent start. Now I just have to list and list and list...
Anyway...here's the word/phrase for the day from that fascinating dictionary of "Slang and Unconventional English":
In no particular order, I got my beehives painted--kind of a blue-gray to distinguish the second hive body from the first one. I went ahead and painted the four supers the same color; consider it convenience sake. Them bees give to move into bigger houses soon.
I played my guitar for the first time in too long. You have full permission to laugh at me, but I started out with the seven page "Dixie" arrangement that uses the full range of the neck. For cold turkey and stiff-ish hands while sitting on the floor, it actually sounded somewhat decent. I didn't play it slow, but plowed right into it full speed. My muscle memory helped out a lot. One of these days, I am actually going to be able to remember all those notes up there without having to stop and either use my cheat sheet or quickly run through them from the first fret. I played one other piece in that position then I had to get up. Sitting on the floor with both knees elevated makes my hip joints ache. :P
Katherine came and we howled and banged and strummed and picked for probably about an hour. My voice sounds horrid...just so you know.
Toward late afternoon, Mama and I started pulling stuff out so I could photograph it for my Etsy shop. I do have one, yes. Currently, there are only four measly items on it. There is still more to photograph, but I think I got a fairly decent start. Now I just have to list and list and list...
Anyway...here's the word/phrase for the day from that fascinating dictionary of "Slang and Unconventional English":
A horse to a hen
Long odds.
A sporting colloquialism from roughly 1810-1860
Oh yes...a horse sure could outrun a hen--but it doesn't look near as hilarious either at a dead run!
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