One Month Later . . .

So all those good intentions to put up another post went straight out the window when my laptop finally quit connecting to the internet. I've not been able to convince it to do so since, and in the meantime I started a new job.

Yep, you heard me right. A new job. Our little old college acquired a former state park on July 1 of this year, and that's the day I started. It wasn't just any state park, but the Georgia Museum of Agriculture and Living History Village. No, wait, that's Historical Village. Sorry, I'm new.

I work in the Living History part of it all. It's an 1870s to 1910 village, the golden age of Wiregrass Georgia. I just made that golden part up, but it does represent Wiregrass Georgia in that time period. I'll tell you what Wiregrass means in my next post, after I find out.

Okay, you don't have to wait 'til next post. I just asked someone. This area of Georgia (SW) was covered with an expanse of long-leaf yellow pine, with a carpet of wiregrass underneath (wiregrass spreads by roots, rather than seed). It covers roughly a 17 county area, from the swamps in the east to some parts of Alabama, Mississippi, Texas and Florida. So there you have it. Wiregrass 101.

Anyway, I'm here now, and it's been great. I'm smack dab in the middle of history all day long, when I'm not in my modern-day office dealing with modern-day red-tape and paperwork. I can come in costume everyday, if I like. I did that last Saturday and almost died of heat exhaustion and chafed thighs. Always wear bloomers or shorts under your dress, ladies.

I'll fill you in on more about this great place as I can. They keep me busier than a one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest over here, but it couldn't be better!!