It was a beautiful day for a visit to the Fort.
You all would have had a chuckle if you had seen me.
Remember the movie True Grit with John Wayne and Glen Campbell? Mattie Ross wore a black hat. That is the hat I felt I was wearing yesterday. Except mine didn’t have a tie strap. I kept waiting for it to fly away in the wind.
This was topped with a white linen vest, about four inches too small across the belly and 2 across the chest. But it looked period.
That was over a linen shirt. The shoulders of which were a little tight.
Black pants finished the look.
I had planned to do some spinning. I didn’t. I spent most of the day talking to people and learning and finding things that need to be fixed.
My primary learning goal was to observe and ask questions about how linen is made. They didn’t have anybody in the weaving room.
I did find a very knowledgeable lady, but she had knowledge but not skill.
A bit later, I managed to get one of the interpreters to actual show me how it was done. It is an interesting process. There are some specialized tools that are needed for the processing. I don’t have them, I think I can make them.
We bought a bound of flax seed from some monks a few years go. I think we might plant it this coming spring. Maybe at the fort.
Subsequently, I ended up talking to guests. I do not have the skill to disengage when I am done. So many interactions lasted to long.
Tomorrow’s post will be about some feedback I got from an Australian farmer who was there when they took the guns.
My daughter spent several years working for a corporation where she didn’t feel her skills were appreciated. One of her coworkers did not interact well with her.
When she changed positions and is in a new team, with a new chain of command, she was exposed to some people that she described as having “quiet competence”.
Ally came to me with a sickle. Told me it needed to be sharpened. I found some sharpening stones and did so.
I’m sitting out in the courtyard for the light on a capped well. The director took pictures.
Seems that there is a skill to sharpening, which I have been working on, but which I didn’t have on my list.
So I got another, “He just sharpened it, amazing.”
All in all, I had a good time. My bad knee hurts, but that’s a good hurt. I was outside most of the day. I meet people.
The only thing that would have enhanced it would have been if there was live fire involved.
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4 responses to “AAR – Show and Tell at the Fort at #4”
“Tomorrow’s post will be about some feedback I got from an Australian farmer who was there when they took the guns.”
Looking forward to it.
I hope to be able reference it in a long email discussion I am currently in.
It’s been primarily about “assault weapons,” and the 2nd Amendment, with your typical FUDD factor thrown in for good measure. He thinks it’s ok to have as many bolt action rifles as you want, plus things like his Ruger 10-22, a shotgun or two, but those scary black rifles should only be used by the MILITARY..
It’s a person I consider to be relatively intelligent, (they do have a EE degree, a ham license, and seem to be pretty sharp when electrical / electronics technology is involved,) BUT, they are a staunch Democrat, and fit the definition of a FUDD too a “T.” Trump is horrible, Kammy is brilliant, and Biden and Kammy aren’t responsible for the last four years of problems, etc.
I have finally reached the conclusion that he is flat out IGNORANT of how much bad stuff has been planned for this country, not to say the least of what is happening NOW.
I have finally decided that he is not only ignorant, but that he is WILLFULLY IGNORANT, and it is impossible to reason logically with him.
The only thing that will get through is an event that really rocks their world. (Hopefully without leaving them severely injured or dead.)
liberals can’t be reasoned with. simple as that. as ole Rush used to say “its a mental disease. irrational fear of “black guns” shows how effective constant demonization works on some. We the People are living in intersting times..
I remember as a child watching someone use a scythe and sharpen it as he was working. It’s neat to see, just a few swipes with a dowel-shaped stone. The stroke is vaguely like what a chef uses with a steel.
My father could use a sickle (I think he learned in WW2 when he was hiding on a farm, dodging Nazi slave labor roundups). One summer we were on vacation for four weeks and when we came home the lawn was a foot high. He realized a push mower (non-motorized type) wouldn’t hack that, so he borrowed a scythe and mowed that lawn right back down to where it was supposed to be. Fun stuff. One of the reasons I admired my dad — a mechanical engineering professor but a man of many other skills too.
People at the fort are already saying, “Well of *course* he did. He’s Chris.” LOL…