A friendly greeting. . .

This lovely photograph is from the Redbubble.com website and was taken by Charmiene Maxwell-Batten. I just love the way ivy and certain creepers turn red in the fall.

You might recall that I mentioned hearing from "Martin" in Yorkshire, England the other day via a friendly e-mail in which he discussed his life and wargaming interests through the years. It's always fun to hear from Grand Duchy of Stollen visitors like this, though I doubt ol' Irwin-Amadeus II needs to worry quite yet about establishing a Board of Tourism, or some such office. But you never know. . .

In any case, a second regular visitor-wargamer, who, coincidentally, also hails from Yorkshire in the UK, has requested via e-mail that I put him in touch with Martin. So, Martin, if you see this, and you are of a like mind, please drop me a line with your preferred e-mail contact information, which I will forward to your fellow Yorkshireman.

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Conrad Kinch said…

I imagine their meeting will be a bit like this...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xe1a1wHxTyo

3:50 PM

Presenting the Anspach-Bayreuth Kuirassiere!!!

Here they are, with the rearmost nine figures still drying, three squadrons of the Anspach-Bayreuth Kuirassiere, now in the service of the Grand Duchy of Stollen. And now, it's onto that artillery!

Keepin' an Eye on the World Going By My Window . .

'The Nap at the Palace' by Jose Triado Mayol N ot much in the way of hobby-related activity happening here in the Grand Duchy lately. Sigh. And no surprise there really since there are only so many hours in the day, only so much mental and physical energy to spare, and you sometimes simply just have to give in and know when to say, um, "When!" A glass of wine and/or evening yoga by the hearth with the Grand Duchess (who has practiced for over 20 years), and then off into la-la land. Zzzzzzzzz. More immediately, I'm recovering, mentally speaking, from a grueling Friday in which I was involved with three (online) conference sessions, one right after the other, followed by a 90-minute meeting at the end of the day. Also virtual. My brain has been mush ever since, so an easy, completely unproductive Saturday watching intermittent snow fall outside (no accumulation however) and drinking coffee while the visiting handymen completed some repair work down h...

Having a "No Day". . .

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...

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