Um...so yes. That's a spin off of the name General JEB Stuart called his camp the winter of '62-'63...Camp-No-Camp just tickled my funny bone.
I am afraid I cannot claim an overly productive day today...but I don't feel grand, so that's my only excuse.
I have spent some time trying to find out more about the person that I intend on impersonating at an upcoming conference. (Impersonating is kind of like reenacting.) Thing is, I cannot seem to find out loads about my particular character. I also, as of yet, do not know specifically what the conference planner's have in mind for the questions that they intend us to be able to answer. (The impersonators are rather like the clues in a treasure hunt.) I think this is going to be so, so much fun...so hopefully I can learn enough about my character (yes, I'm going to keep y'all in suspense until May!!) that I can do a really good job. Going to have to work on my accent. *thinking out loud* Maybe I should write a mini-biography like paper which I can print off and practice with...get my sister to ply me with questions of random various sorts so I can work on being natural and not fumbling around.
So, anyway, I spent some time doing that today.
I also played my guitar some. I have the music bug today, so I think I'll go play some more in a bit. In addition to that, I sat here and copied over three songs. I found this great music site sometime back and anytime I run into a piece of old folk or British Isle music that I "have to have!" I go look it up there. Sometimes it's just the words and no tune, which is disappointing to me. I have copied off a grand total of something like 6-10 songs in the last couple of weeks. (I could just print them, but the resolution stinks. It's much easier to read my own sloppy notation than the tiny, fuzzy print out.) All that to say: I copied off three more songs today. I don't hand write all the words (generally), but rather put them into a document and print them. Savannah and I are both pretty excited about some of them! :) I also re-write stuff out of my "Civil War Songbook" because a good portion of the time, there is a page turn smack dab in the middle of the song. *crinkles up nose* Not very conducive to smooth playing...
I took a couple of pans full of jars to the basement--after I had the very Racheal-esque misfortune of breaking one of them this morning. Seriously, I walked into the kitchen and kicked one of them by accident. When it bumped into the ones next to it, it broke all over the place. I honestly have no idea how I do this kind of thing!!
After vacuuming the lower part of the house, I put my feet up and read for about an hour and a half until it was time to go feed the chickens. Now the cats are all informing me, in their various modes of communication that "It is time for supper". To which, I retort, "It is not time for supper. You must wait until six o'clock." Runty is wrowling at the head of the stairs and Abby is strolling about, licking the plastic feed sacks that serve as mud catchers in the mud room (that drives me nuts!), and reaching out a demanding paw now and again. Poor starving cats...
It's about 19 degrees outside, but it feels colder because of the straight wind...I'm really looking forward to our 2 degree high in a few days. That shall be fun. :P I told Savannah to remind me to cover up my face when I go out into that...
So...cheers folks! :)
I am afraid I cannot claim an overly productive day today...but I don't feel grand, so that's my only excuse.
I have spent some time trying to find out more about the person that I intend on impersonating at an upcoming conference. (Impersonating is kind of like reenacting.) Thing is, I cannot seem to find out loads about my particular character. I also, as of yet, do not know specifically what the conference planner's have in mind for the questions that they intend us to be able to answer. (The impersonators are rather like the clues in a treasure hunt.) I think this is going to be so, so much fun...so hopefully I can learn enough about my character (yes, I'm going to keep y'all in suspense until May!!) that I can do a really good job. Going to have to work on my accent. *thinking out loud* Maybe I should write a mini-biography like paper which I can print off and practice with...get my sister to ply me with questions of random various sorts so I can work on being natural and not fumbling around.
So, anyway, I spent some time doing that today.
I also played my guitar some. I have the music bug today, so I think I'll go play some more in a bit. In addition to that, I sat here and copied over three songs. I found this great music site sometime back and anytime I run into a piece of old folk or British Isle music that I "have to have!" I go look it up there. Sometimes it's just the words and no tune, which is disappointing to me. I have copied off a grand total of something like 6-10 songs in the last couple of weeks. (I could just print them, but the resolution stinks. It's much easier to read my own sloppy notation than the tiny, fuzzy print out.) All that to say: I copied off three more songs today. I don't hand write all the words (generally), but rather put them into a document and print them. Savannah and I are both pretty excited about some of them! :) I also re-write stuff out of my "Civil War Songbook" because a good portion of the time, there is a page turn smack dab in the middle of the song. *crinkles up nose* Not very conducive to smooth playing...
I took a couple of pans full of jars to the basement--after I had the very Racheal-esque misfortune of breaking one of them this morning. Seriously, I walked into the kitchen and kicked one of them by accident. When it bumped into the ones next to it, it broke all over the place. I honestly have no idea how I do this kind of thing!!
After vacuuming the lower part of the house, I put my feet up and read for about an hour and a half until it was time to go feed the chickens. Now the cats are all informing me, in their various modes of communication that "It is time for supper". To which, I retort, "It is not time for supper. You must wait until six o'clock." Runty is wrowling at the head of the stairs and Abby is strolling about, licking the plastic feed sacks that serve as mud catchers in the mud room (that drives me nuts!), and reaching out a demanding paw now and again. Poor starving cats...
It's about 19 degrees outside, but it feels colder because of the straight wind...I'm really looking forward to our 2 degree high in a few days. That shall be fun. :P I told Savannah to remind me to cover up my face when I go out into that...
So...cheers folks! :)
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