Cheeky Actress

I must agree with you there BlackJohn. It has been a strange winter. In the 10 + years I've lived here in the Midwest, we've never really had a large snow fall until this year. Green Bay and Milwaukee have boasted snow records for the season of 78 to 80 inches (LOL, Okay, where I am from that's nothing)! Yet, I am very happy for it because my hubby and I love to snowmobile. This year we could walk out my front door and go instead of hauling everything 3 hours north to the U.P. Sunny but cold still and from what I've heard we will be getting rain and warmer temps for the rest of the week.

silly

vampire

Kate, I think we all have at one point during our reenacting life.

Overalls

^ Enchanted - it was a fun movie...besides I wanted to see some of the costumes that Mother Rose worked on. < Should be sewing 'something' - need to make adjustments to my purple court gown...more shelf is needed! \/ Passing along the same question.

Well...don't feel bad Red Cat Jenny. I don't have cable either...and haven't had it for the last 10 years. I must be the only one out here in God's Country that doesn't have a dish. But I fear come the early winter of 2009 - I'm gonna have to! I just realized that I've missed a whole decade of all the popular HBO shows such as Sex in the City, the Sapranos, Rome, and Deadwood (epecially seasons 2 & 3 of Deadwood because our Gunner was in them)! Thank heavens for the local library who carry them all...but I just haven't gotten around to view them....and when I think about it they are always checked out. I read the book and really would love to see how the actor Giavoni (*sp?) protrays as Adams. Knowing that Adams was so passionate about his views on freedom and having a temper to boot, I don't think he was look upon favorably by his peers. I think the smartest thing he did was to befriend Thomas Jefferson. Though, that friendship was a love/hate relationship for over 40 years! His wife Abagail had to be strong...she was without her husband for how many years?! Choices which would have been made by the head of the house fell upon her. A very brave woman indeed.

Welcome back, Catcher of Cats! 500 emails, eh? Well, you'll be busy for a bit. Glad to see you're back!

One..two..three...BUMP!!!

Pass the Copeman’s house and the Mercer Shop Lilly went. Sounds of laughter and music came from the bawdy house upon the tiny little flat. Through the dirty pane of window, she saw a slender man working at his table. With a deep sigh she approached the door. With a light rapping upon the physic’s door she made herself known. “I seek one by the name of Croaker?” Lilly spoke softly and continued in her guise of the old hag. The man looked up from his work and motioned her inside. “Aye, I am Croaker. I am a physic. Let us discourse upon your ailment.” His speech was broken with a thick accent of the northern Scandinavians. As she walked further into the flat she noticed his appearance in good need of a washing. She looked upon his breeches, which were daggle-tailed. His shirt cuffs soaked with blood and dirt. “You are far from your native land,” Muttered Lilly. Her eyes met his in a quick glance. He looked down at her for a moment and said nothing. As he turned toward his table he picked up a knife. “Aye, I am far from my home land, ‘tis true.” Lilly watched him as he cut through a piece of cheese. With another deep cough, Lilly began to speak. “I am not well.” She added. “I could manage a Mithridate for you? That would set that cough, right.” She shook her head for a moment. “My ailment is not why I am here. I seek …I seek a word or two of advice.” With a sigh, Croaker tossed his piece of bread back upon the trencher. “Old woman, if your husband has taken to being a tosspot, I can offer no help. There be enough Quacksalvers here in this port who say they can manage such a thing. If you seek advice there be a price to pay then. I do not give such wise words for free.” Lilly searched from her pocket a coin. “Is that enough?” She whispered. Croaker took up the coin. “I shall help thee.”

Happy Easter to all of you!

Oh yes! Twas the best meal we had while we were down there. Everything on the menu which I purchased we great. The house keeps to seasonal fare. Did someone say, peanut soup?! Quite enjoyable with musicans and such.

Lilly made her way to the lower dock area of Port Royal. Morning skies now grew grey and dark. It was a testament of how things were unfolding within this tiny part of her life. As she continued to walk the narrow streets she thought back on his words…”I wish now I had never loved thee!” She knew that his was distress and anger at his situation. No, he could not mean them. How could he? Though he was a man who never hid his cutting sentiments for anything vile, she knew that he was set upon only out of desperation. Perhaps if she had known him before his capture in Algiers thing would be different between them. Mother Rose mentioned on more than one occasion that if God had smiled upon his mother, his life would have been altered and he would have taken another path. As Lilly turned into another narrow alley, she found the mort whom she befriended only days earlier, lingering near a voider. “You there…” muttered Lilly in her gruff voice, pausing once or twice to hack and cough. “How be thee and your Clipper husband!” The mort looked slightly disgusted at the old woman’s address. “Pish! If you are feeble, do not come here to draw your last breath. Draw yourself yon hereright!” “Nay, I seek a physic which can tend to me. Argh, this catarrh curses me.” Lilly sneezed. “Argh, the ague is worse than afore.” The Mort stepped aside and looked a bit more concerned at the old hag. “God save you, Grandam. A physic you seek? You will find none here. There be only Mountebanks about”. “Is there no one here that I can seek treatment?” The mort turned and looked over her shoulder than whispered to the old hag. “There be but one. A physic; so he claims, by the alias of Croaker. You will find him passed the Copeman’s house and the Mercer’s shop. He maintains a small flat just below the Bawdy house. There you will find him.” Lilly nodded, coughed and sneezed again. “Thank thee kind mort. I shall say my prayers for thee.” The mort snorted. “Keep thy prayers! I fancy a groat!”

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She looked down upon him as he lay, his hand carefully rubbing bruised skin. She knew he was in no condition to speak as he should, so she stood, choosing not to believe him but for now doing as he asked. She gathered her skirts and things and made her way to the heavy door. Lightly she rapped her knuckles upon it and waited only moments before the door was opened and she was free to leave the prison. Hunched over and limping slightly, the old hag made her way out into the free world and in search of the medical assistance she would need. But who could she trust? Should she turn to the Egyptians to help? She remembered the poor Irish fellow sitting in Nelly Greene's garden. Mayhaps he could guide her in the proper direction.

tempting

see above... delightful

wanton

Okay...First Offical Day of Spring was two days ago...it was sunny and about 45 degrees... Now I look out side and have 8 inches of white #@*! on my porch. Mother Nature is one heck of a sense of humor!

^ Planting...sure, once the 8 inches of snow melts and temps get beyond the mid 40s! < Winter weather is a pain, loss of electric power, no computer...phone issues....ICK!!! V First thing you're gonna do on the first nice day of Spring?

Play Thing

Thank you Kate! Just took a look at the site link you sent over. Lots of wonderful things within. I'll just have to add this to the list of 'must have's'...

Soul Mate

"If it were not fer thee, and the fact that mine own judgment has played me false regarding thee, I would not be in such a place!" he whispered harshly through clenched teeth. "Go, get thee gone from this hellhole. I wish now I had never loved thee." Those very words wrenched her heart. She could feel the tears well up in her eyes, but this was no time for tears. As she looked upon him the horror of his situation was brought to life. Though she herself felt the pain of his words, she could not fathom the pain in which he was experiencing through his own personal hell. She saw the markings of his constant beatings; blood caked in his hair and upon his face, his hands and neck bruised and the stench of his own filt over whelmed her. Yet, she could not leave him, not in his hour of need. "Know this, Captain Sterling." She muttered in her elderly tone. "I know that there be a man here in Port who seeks you out and he will cozen ye out of your life if ye let him. And as God be my wittness to it, this shall not happen!" She quickly grabbed his hand. "Here me?!" She whispered a bit louder until he once again moved his head towards her direction. "I will attend to ye yet I fear your condition is sad. Fear not, I shall seek help elsewhere. There be many here in Port, perhaps a Barber who knows the trade and will not inquire as to why a Grandam seeks such advice." She patted his hand, then kissed it lightly. "I will return shortly with bevers from the butery along with other items as well." As she looked down at him once more she let out a lonely sigh. "Fear not Dear One."