F or the almost 20 years that she lived in Mexico, one of my late mother's Irish friends frequently mentioned having a "No Day." A day with no social obligations, chores, tasks, or other work that interfered with whatever personal interests took one's fancy on the day in question. Since today -- a gray and chilly Saturday -- is Mom's birthday, the Grand Duchess is out with friends, and the Young Master is ensconced on the sofa in the TV room with a cold, yours truly is taking his own such No Day. I think Mom would approve of my decision to make the world go away, as the old Eddie Arnold song intoned, even if only for a little while. So, I will spend Saturday afternoon focused on that first squadron and small regimental staff of Eureka Saxon cuirassiers. These have stood waiting untouched over on the painting table for almost three weeks while we skied and otherwise gadded about with snowy, winter outdoor activities. I hope to share a painting update Sunday a
Things are heating up after Major von Hirschbiegel and Colonel von Grundig have issued orders and moved their respective troops at the start of Move Eight. The view of the field above is looking to the East, while the view below is looking to the West. Many close-ups of the various units involved, plus commentary, will follow tomorrow morning.
Comments
Alan
-- Jeff
Those rascally Red Jagers retreated to the woods, I see. Let them stay there and just pin them with a token force and let the rest of YOUR jagers pick another target (cavalry?). Numbers should tell the story.