Civil War Re-Enactment

The Civil War Re-Enactment was really good today. There was a battle just 4 ½ miles from where they were re-enacting, and that was an interesting piece of history. At the scene today, there were more Rebs than Yanks, and I made the fatal remark that I was a Yankee sympathizer but born in the South. How those Rebs yelled…they kicked me out of the mercantile too. They all but drove me out of camp…called me a spy and asked me to leave the camp before I caused anymore uproar. Oh well. It’s a Yank I am, and no one can make me change my mind. No matter that they won the war. But hey – you can loose a battle, yet win the war. And all’s fair in love and war.

Frank has been pulling doubles (working both jobs) 4 days in a row. And as I hear it, he’ll be working all day tomorrow. Usually he juggles between both jobs, but this week he’s been working both at the same time more than the normal three days at a time. He’s a lot like my dad in that; when he needs to make money, he’ll do anything he possibly can to provide for his family. I am trying to do my part by playing weddings and concerts, and so far, all is going well. If we can move into Belleview next year after the holidays, I can start teaching cello. More than anything, Frank wants to have his own place. I don’t’ mind where I live, as long as it’s with him.

For dinner tonight, I made some honey glazed meatballs, rice, and chocolate mousse pie. I love to cook, and keeping food cooked and everyone happy and fed is one of the things I do best. But for some reason Frank thinks it’s such a great thing. Back in my parents house I had to deal with some picky eaters, and I’m not talking low-sodium picky. I’m talking vegetable picky…those who wouldn’t eat certain things because of some mental prejudice…kids who scorned mom’s perfectly good, delicious cooking that always tasted great. I’m being spoiled now, because Frank says, “you cook, I eat.” It’s a deal for me. I wish everyone remembered to thank the cook…and if I could I would thank mom more for the meals she cooked for us. Especially during the early years when she had 5 young children and a husband to take care of.

It’s back to practicing music for me. I’ve got tons of music to work through, and I’ve only got a couple weeks to do it. Adieu till tomorrow.