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Was meant to go camping today but no sites! Ick. :-/ Did read first chapter (of 6) for summer reading. Apparently the rest of the chapters are just examples of what is discussed in the first (this is In a Different Voice, by Carol Gilligan) so I can just skim them.
Have only one episode of Dutchess of Duke Street left, but that's ok because I find Lottie, who shows up late in the show, a royal pain in the ass. Or not so royal, because Louisa's not a real dutchess. Plus, a couple of my favorite characters have died. Damn WWI! Still, it's really good--I'm going to re-watch the early episodes when I finish. :D
Had a good time at Bethpage on Saturday, even though I wasn't with any of my friends--I was all the way out at the farmhouse, which is a bit separate. But I had lunch with them, and it was a gorgeous day and I sat outside, and did a good job interpreting, I think. And dad came to visit, and I was able to go for a walk late in the day. It was a lot of fun. Except in the morning there were next to no visitors, so I was only able to observe one interpretation before lunch, and then I was on my own! But I read the big 30 page booklet on the house, so I knew it and I was ok. Except it's rather big and I like to walk through with them, so sometimes I'd be at one end and more people would come. . . luckily, when I had three groups at once, two of them weren't really interested in the interpretation. But I had one family--three generations. The father was a loud, annoying, pain in the ass! He was opening all the closets and touching everything, and I didn't know what to say. . . And the grandparents were dumb know-it-alls. The worst kind. ugh! They were obsessed with how they got water. I showed them the dry sink, said there might have been a well, and that they had cisterns! Oy. Anyway, it was toward the end of their visit when Gail (who was in the house with me and is almost always at the farm and has been there for 30 years) came out from lunch. I was much relieved! And then I could tell about the house in general (it's kind of interesting because it's the house that was originally on that land) and the outkitchen, and the kitchen, and a bit about the sitting room and send them in to Gail. So I was certainly giving them plenty of information--in some houses if you split the house with someone you're just telling them a little tiny bit and you feel silly. But it wasn't too much to handle.
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Was meant to go camping today but no sites! Ick. :-/ Did read first chapter (of 6) for summer reading. Apparently the rest of the chapters are just examples of what is discussed in the first (this is In a Different Voice, by Carol Gilligan) so I can just skim them.
Have only one episode of Dutchess of Duke Street left, but that's ok because I find Lottie, who shows up late in the show, a royal pain in the ass. Or not so royal, because Louisa's not a real dutchess. Plus, a couple of my favorite characters have died. Damn WWI! Still, it's really good--I'm going to re-watch the early episodes when I finish. :D
Had a good time at Bethpage on Saturday, even though I wasn't with any of my friends--I was all the way out at the farmhouse, which is a bit separate. But I had lunch with them, and it was a gorgeous day and I sat outside, and did a good job interpreting, I think. And dad came to visit, and I was able to go for a walk late in the day. It was a lot of fun. Except in the morning there were next to no visitors, so I was only able to observe one interpretation before lunch, and then I was on my own! But I read the big 30 page booklet on the house, so I knew it and I was ok. Except it's rather big and I like to walk through with them, so sometimes I'd be at one end and more people would come. . . luckily, when I had three groups at once, two of them weren't really interested in the interpretation. But I had one family--three generations. The father was a loud, annoying, pain in the ass! He was opening all the closets and touching everything, and I didn't know what to say. . . And the grandparents were dumb know-it-alls. The worst kind. ugh! They were obsessed with how they got water. I showed them the dry sink, said there might have been a well, and that they had cisterns! Oy. Anyway, it was toward the end of their visit when Gail (who was in the house with me and is almost always at the farm and has been there for 30 years) came out from lunch. I was much relieved! And then I could tell about the house in general (it's kind of interesting because it's the house that was originally on that land) and the outkitchen, and the kitchen, and a bit about the sitting room and send them in to Gail. So I was certainly giving them plenty of information--in some houses if you split the house with someone you're just telling them a little tiny bit and you feel silly. But it wasn't too much to handle.
