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| A colorful, if slightly pretentious placeholder until I have a few recent photographs to share. of these blasted Saxons. Thanks to everyone who sent encouraging comments for the previous post. |
Well, it's 10:38am on Saturday morning. The Grand Duchess and Young Master have headed to Chicago for a 36-hour pre-Christmas mother-son trip via train, leaving yours truly -- along with with the cats and fish -- unsupervised for a couple of days. What to do? What to do?
Yes, my thought exactly. High time to say "No" to everything else and get back to the painting table. Where things have stalled the last week since the Thanksgiving holiday due to the usual end-of-term things. It's the same old song and dance as Steven Tyler once sang.
But what of the Eureka 28mm Saxon cavalry? In truth, it has been slow going, but little by little as the old Robert Plant song from about 1984 or '85 goes. A few slow, painstaking sessions here and there, trimming in green around the horses' hooves to clean things up a bit before moving onto other equine parts.
The loose plan has been to get the horses and horse furniture more or less finished before returning to the officers, troopers, and musicians to wrap up brushwork there. As the academic term winds down, I aim to build an hour of painting time into each evening once the Young Master has retired to bed and the house is still.
And on that note. . . Ah, children! Or should I say teenagers. I, of course, brought my own challenges to my family at his age, but I was quiet about them. My late mother had an important rule from the time I was about nine or ten during weekends and holidays. You can stay up as late as you want, but you need to be quiet. A good rule for older children and teenagers I think, but one the Young Master has trouble following sometimes. Boisterous is an apt term. Sigh.
Happy Advent, by the way, if you operate on the Julian calendar and are looking forward to the Christmas season. If I had to ask for just one thing this year, it would be more calm, quiet, and tranquility on the domestic and more broadly where the outside world is concerned. Barring that, more fresh, strong coffee. Speaking of which. . .
Ok, enough pointless blather. Time to dress, refill the coffee mug, and return to Zum Stollenkeller for some uninterrupted soldier painting. I'll pop in later with an actual photo update or three.
-- Stokes
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