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Feb. 21st, 2005
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Feb. 21st, 2005 11:16 amI had a lovely weekend with N, including dinner at my place Friday and viewing of a recent ER episode with accompanying briefing and commentary (OK, so maybe now I have a new TV show to get hooked on), then lunch on Saturday with C&M at Sweetwater Tavern, a very fun outing. I spent some time hanging out with her while she got ready for her trip, and I dropped her at the airport this morning. The past week has made the idea of her being gone for a whole week (and then another whole week, plus assorted bits, next month) much more endurable. We've really had some time to bond and talk about all sorts of things and get to know each other a lot better (at our usual whirlwind pace :-). I'm really very fortunate to be in love with someone who is not only beautiful, smart, and funny, but also as much of a planner and a romantic sap as I am. It's all good.
BTW, today (as she reminded me as we parted at the airport) is our one-month anniversary. Whee! :-)
Yesterday also afforded the opportunity for the first Continental-shooting of the season. This is kind of like pheasant shooting, except Continentals take a whole lot more shot to bring down than a pheasant (usually several volleys from a squad of infantry per Continental) and require a lot more cleaning and dressing. :-) Washington's Birthday was its traditional unusually cold and windy self (I think I actually got windburn). Our group had what has become its usual poor turnout; one infantryman defected to join the artillery crew, and another had threatened to until the gun captain actually said he had enough people, at which point he had to fall into ranks with us. :-) Since our sergeant is on the invalid list and had to watch from the rear echelon, I actually commanded our little band (really a file, it was so small) on the field, and improvised all sorts of commands due to the rapidity with which the officer commanding our "task force" (a mixed bag of his own company of the Royal Highland Emigrants, the Royal Welch, and the Maryland Loyalists) moved us back and forth. We actually ran out of ammunition on the field (yes, Bryan, you were right: I should have taken an extra magazine), and had to mime loading and firing in hopes of keeping the rascally riflemen at bay (and, yes, you can guess how well that worked). I saw my friends Rich and Jane (with the Coldstream Guards) and chated breifly, and my other friend Rich (with the combined Hessian company) and caught up with him briefly. He and his wife Dayle and N would get along famously, I think, as they are all cat-lovers extraordinaire; I gather Rich and Dayle have another new kitty, bringing them back up to their usual four.
Right, well, I should go figure out which of the many chores I've been putting off I'm going to do now, or blow them all off in favor of learning Downtown or catching up on my TiVo. Then beers this evening with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
plutosonium and so on into the workweek.
Is it Friday yet?
BTW, today (as she reminded me as we parted at the airport) is our one-month anniversary. Whee! :-)
Yesterday also afforded the opportunity for the first Continental-shooting of the season. This is kind of like pheasant shooting, except Continentals take a whole lot more shot to bring down than a pheasant (usually several volleys from a squad of infantry per Continental) and require a lot more cleaning and dressing. :-) Washington's Birthday was its traditional unusually cold and windy self (I think I actually got windburn). Our group had what has become its usual poor turnout; one infantryman defected to join the artillery crew, and another had threatened to until the gun captain actually said he had enough people, at which point he had to fall into ranks with us. :-) Since our sergeant is on the invalid list and had to watch from the rear echelon, I actually commanded our little band (really a file, it was so small) on the field, and improvised all sorts of commands due to the rapidity with which the officer commanding our "task force" (a mixed bag of his own company of the Royal Highland Emigrants, the Royal Welch, and the Maryland Loyalists) moved us back and forth. We actually ran out of ammunition on the field (yes, Bryan, you were right: I should have taken an extra magazine), and had to mime loading and firing in hopes of keeping the rascally riflemen at bay (and, yes, you can guess how well that worked). I saw my friends Rich and Jane (with the Coldstream Guards) and chated breifly, and my other friend Rich (with the combined Hessian company) and caught up with him briefly. He and his wife Dayle and N would get along famously, I think, as they are all cat-lovers extraordinaire; I gather Rich and Dayle have another new kitty, bringing them back up to their usual four.
Right, well, I should go figure out which of the many chores I've been putting off I'm going to do now, or blow them all off in favor of learning Downtown or catching up on my TiVo. Then beers this evening with
plutosonium and so on into the workweek. Is it Friday yet?
