Heartfelt Changes

 

My Caledon Rothesay place has been my virtual home since December 2008.  The big white Victorian has moved me with from "before" Caledon to Caledon II in early 2008 and finally to Rothesay.  Here is where I displayed photographs from my real life on the walls, tucked scrapbooks on shelves and tables, covered the mantle with special flowers (thank you Denver Hax), and my oldest dearest furniture sat in a comfortable circle in front of the fireplace. We Merry Widows drank tea and laughed together; Audrey and I sat many a night talking about our lives in Australia and Missouri, US.; and Junie dragged me out of the garden to go adventuring.  The floor was usually littered with bags and boxes from my shopping trips. Since I tend to forget to "lock" prims, Iason dropped one night right through the front porch to the ground when I thought I was cleaning up the shopping bags and blew off the front of the house.  When I changed the conservatory to a kitchen, you could practically smell the bread baking in its little virtual oven.  In so many ways - even the shopping bags on the floor, this virtual home copies my real home.  Oh, I don't have a big white Victorian in real life but wicker furniture, books, and family definitely connect the two.  Several weeks ago, I decided either my homestead in Winterfell or my Rothesay parcel would have to go - I mean really how many prims does a girl need? With talking to myself, friends, making lists of pros and cons, I purchased a full sim now tucked safely away as my Winterfell Harbor.  Where does that leave Caledon Rothesay? My quarter sim is up for purchase but I still have almost two weeks left on the meter. With my rl going to became crazy in the next couple weeks, I went ahead and packed away my big white house.  It was a good thing my typist was home alone since tears were shed and tissues piled up by the keyboard.  Amazing how attached one can become to what is virtual pixels.  After Friday evening, I know for some it is just "land" and a business this place we call Second Life.  For myself, this is my home for now and don't ask me to give it up until the last tick of meter stops.  Even without my house, I still will call Caledon home of my heart.

Happy Real Birthday Iason!

Caledon celebrated with an impromptu birthday party for Iason Hassanov, our favorite steambot guy.  When anyone needs a helping metal hand, Iason is the one we all call on - respected and loved by many!  If you have missed Gabrielle and Soliel's birthday tribute, check it out on Songs from The Nightingale: Happy Birthday Iason Hassanov!

Steampunk Library Collection - Work in Progress

Not enough time! I have been limited for time to "play" due to RL obligations and the summer calendar has just about run out of days. Sir Drinkwater and I are both juggling our schedules to get the steampunk reference collection out for the public to see. Crunching minutes here and there, posters are almost are finished. A big thank you to Mr. Hassanov who dropped some images on my head. With those images plus his suggestions, I managed to come up with research leads on other images to match the collection sections.Check out the Caledon Library airship anchored to the ground below.

Neighborly Visits

Mr. Hassanov has gone visiting to his homeland leaving his elephant and bunny well-supplied with food. However, messages have arrived that he has been detained. Being a concerned neighbor, I made my way over to Tam. The elephant seemed to be fine....it is so large I did stay a safe distance away. However the bunnies were very happy to be supplied with fresh carrot treats. His pigeons were pecking around but I'm sure they were finding plenty of bugs and seeds in the summer warm fields. If this message reaches Mr. Hassanov, Caledon's favorite steambot son, all is well at your home, sir.

"Eleanor! You Did What?!"

In a weak moment, the prim princess spirit took over Eleanor's body. Before 24 hours have passed, I have moved my Laudanum estate to Winterfell Harbor with the kind assistance of Miss Serra. Or rather I took possession of the harbor. The old chapel, stained glass, and en garde are still packed in crates. Instead of an island the land area is now connected to Laudanum by a peninsula - land bridge. The wilder little islands still provide a danger to navigation so watch out for the rocks. The creative possibilities are exciting to contemplate. The Merry Widows envision parties and soirees. The gentlemen of my acquaintance are planning and plotting as ships and armanents pop in and out in the harbor. At the moment, all is quiet! If you wander by to visit, please be careful...Mr. Hassanov left two cannon that fire at anything that moves! (At least he picked up his pirate ship and steampunk submarines!)