I don't even remember what I did on Saturday instead of writing. I might have concentrated on finishing a knitting cap to give to some foster kids a friend is collecting for. I know I talked to DS for a while when he was driving from the Farmer's Market in Missoula to the brewery to check on the brewing beer. That's right, my son makes Moose Drool and a bunch of other delicious beers for all you aficionados to slurp up.
Yesterday I went diving with friends. We left about 10:30, dived for an hour at Moonlight Bay outside of Baileys Harbor, and then we drove a few miles south and dove for an hour off the Jacksonport Town Park on a pair of wrecks, the Perry Hannah and the Cecilia. The water was in the high 60s and we had visibility of between 30 and 50 feet. An awesome day to dive in Door County, WI.
Today I'm writing catch up. First up we have the tiny bit I managed to squeeze out from the art for Sat. & Sun. It's not great, it might not even be good, but it is done. And here it is...
September 5 & 6--Ottoman School, Reception at the Court of Sultan Selim III at the Topkapi Palace. These royal receptions are a pain, thought Akmed, as he stood in an endless line under the blazing sun. Being of middling importance he was lost somewhere in the middle of a host of men who wrapped their turbans just as he did. Not as influential as those in the tall white hats of minor nobility but infinitely more powerful that the poor fools in the pointed red caps relegated to a rank behind the sultan. At least his rank formed before the gaze of Selim III, Akmed just wished his mother had been a bit more assertive at his naming ceremony. There were twenty-six other Akmeds in his rank alone.
Eh. More later. And it's bound to be better.
--Barbara
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