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i have totally confirmed in the last week that the more attention i pay to lj, the less work i get done. during my week off from lj, i wrote 60 pages and completed a number of projects. this week, even though i haven't been posting much, i have been reading about all of you on my lovely flist, etc. and i've accomplished very little! yeeks!
quelle dommage!
but i am working and hope to find a balance.
in pursuance of said conspiracy: this past week i have been incorporating Mr. Hanty into my uber-outline/chronology and aside from his execution report, i'm done with him and Hancock (minus a letter or two of Hancock's that i continue to struggle with).
it's been nice to spend time with Hanty (i'm sorta glad i saved him for last since he gives me the warm fuzzies). much as i adore Poppet, Poppet just seems so hopelessly unapproachable on some levels by comparison.
Poppet's like someone who has fish for pets and owns a lint brush and keeps a separate drawer just for neatly folded socks (which he folds himself), whereas Mr. Hanty is very obviously a dog person who has never folded a sock in his life and who desperately needs a wife to knot his ties and make him breakfast (which he would then proceed to eat with too much ketchup). Poppet is wry and ironic; a philosopher. Mr. Hanty is more straight-forward, down-to-earth (while keeping up appearances of being decorous). He strikes me as someone you could unexpectedly make laugh so hard that he would shoot milk out of his nose. Poppet, never.
the picture of the day: at one time Mr. Hanty got to be on the face of the $1 bill in montgomery county ~ with a bunch of other forgotten generals. well except for George Washington there on the bottom.
i have to admit (in case i haven't already):
Mr. Hanty was kinda a hottie. His wife, Sallie, who was a wee
jealous, snarked on him during the war that other ladies had
better know he was married and keep their mitts at a distance.
quelle dommage!
but i am working and hope to find a balance.
in pursuance of said conspiracy: this past week i have been incorporating Mr. Hanty into my uber-outline/chronology and aside from his execution report, i'm done with him and Hancock (minus a letter or two of Hancock's that i continue to struggle with).
it's been nice to spend time with Hanty (i'm sorta glad i saved him for last since he gives me the warm fuzzies). much as i adore Poppet, Poppet just seems so hopelessly unapproachable on some levels by comparison.
Poppet's like someone who has fish for pets and owns a lint brush and keeps a separate drawer just for neatly folded socks (which he folds himself), whereas Mr. Hanty is very obviously a dog person who has never folded a sock in his life and who desperately needs a wife to knot his ties and make him breakfast (which he would then proceed to eat with too much ketchup). Poppet is wry and ironic; a philosopher. Mr. Hanty is more straight-forward, down-to-earth (while keeping up appearances of being decorous). He strikes me as someone you could unexpectedly make laugh so hard that he would shoot milk out of his nose. Poppet, never.
the picture of the day: at one time Mr. Hanty got to be on the face of the $1 bill in montgomery county ~ with a bunch of other forgotten generals. well except for George Washington there on the bottom.
i have to admit (in case i haven't already):
Mr. Hanty was kinda a hottie. His wife, Sallie, who was a wee
jealous, snarked on him during the war that other ladies had
better know he was married and keep their mitts at a distance.
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