Over Half Full

A lot has happened since I've tapped into blog land.  My parents came up for a visit, and I wowed them with Copper Harbor's charms.  They enjoyed chicken wing night, went on the sunset cruise to the light house, and got hear charming stories about my roommate's deer camp.  While they were surprised by the wide use of outhouses.  I think they enjoyed themselves very much, and they certainly fed me well.  Although, they were alarmed that the ice cream stand owners know my name.

I'm in the swing of working at the restaurant in town.  The extra money is nice, but it is challenging to work with Uppers.  Sometimes I don't understand what they are saying.  For example, did you know that to 'Muck' something means to eat it?

We had the future historians at the fort today, so the day passed by extra quickly.  I had many more people to gossip with and play fox and geese with.  I have been unsure of my future as of late.  It's down to the age old question: Detroit or New York?  Whatever I chose I know I'll make it work, as I always do.

One Wild Ride

Today is my first day off in a while.  I love my job a great deal, but I'm happy for the rest.  Yesterday I had several 10-17 year old following me around at work, in costume.  They are part of a program called "Future Historians" and are very enjoyable.  Some are enthusiastic and others seem to have been dumped here by their parents.  It does seem odd to send a bunch of minors to observe me and my ways, but I'm sure stranger things have happened.

I have hiked the stairway to heaven twice since I last blogged, once alone and once with E.  I think I shall attempt it again today, but this time I will be armed with a camera.  Yes Mom (if you're reading) I am taking lots of pictures, and I will never forget this wonderful experience.  

I have also gotten an extra job since last week.  I'm a prep cook at a resturant in town.  Sadly, I don't think I'm really needed all that much.  I constantly feel as if I'm just getting in the cook's way, but if they want to pay me $8 and hr for standing around I'm all for it.  After all, it's better than spending $8, as Jeremy says.

I have also become addicted to Skype.  Yes, yes, it's true, I've discovered that I can actually see Mr. D's face, and I've never turned back.  I'm still not sure what the future will hold, but I do know it will be one wild ride.

Which Way's the Right One?

I had a lovely night of wings where I met L and was very happy to see she was everything I dreamt of and more.  I certain approve of G's taste.  After the wings and some hanging out time J and I headed home with my car full of groceries from a Walmart shopping trip (I know I shop at the devil's store, but I'm a poor artist).  We were in deep conversation about our boyfriends (our favorite topic) when we saw the bridge that connects Hancock and Houghten.  It took us several minutes to realize that we had been going the wrong way for a half hour.  When we finally turned around J insisted on called G who claimed he loved us even though we are flighty.

I blame Mr. D for all of this.  If I weren't so taken with him and if he didn't consume most of my thoughts I might have taken 41 in the correct direction, but I must say J and I did have a wonderful conversation.  I don't know what direction I'm going these days.  I'm not sure if I'm New York or Detroit bound, but I do know I must do what I love, and I must be with those I love.  I don't think they are mutually exclusive, but then I'm a flighty girl.

So Much So Little So 1870

Yes faithful Blog readers (if you're out there).  It seems as if everything is moving along as usual at our little fort.  That is to say I seem to be learning a new Civil War song every week and have developed more material for my performances, many chicken wings have been had at the Calumet golf course, and I'm even better at cooking in my microwave.  I have found a new friend in the mountain know as Brockway, and several locals scratch their heads at my frequent "cell phoning" at it's peak.  The fourth of July was crazy here.  I mean, people actually came to the harbor.  It was one big party out here, and the tourist came to the fort in swarms.  I got to march in the 4th of July Parade, and lost the hoop in my skirt in the middle of the route.  It's finally hot in the harbor, and I'm not happy about sweating through my many layers, but it only takes one little child to be frightened by my telling of the story of Fanny Hooe or one adult who giggles about my "courting stories" or who lies and says that I have a wonderful singing voice to make it all worth while.  In an odd way I feel as if I'm applying everything I ever learned.  Who would have though I would feel fulfilled working at a historic fort?