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A Year In A Cabin--Hmm

This is me at the age of two with a cat and a dog I don't remember. They were our pets when we lived in Alabama. It has nothing to do with my subject for today, but it's darn cute!

I'm stuck on the box of cards that was passed around during my family holiday, so here is another question. If you were alone in a cabin for a year, what would you do with your time? My niece was asked this question, and she said she would be busy chopping firewood. She had seen a show about families who lived as pioneers for a year, and their biggest mistake was underestimating the amount of firewood they would need just to survive.

Let's say you were fully stocked with firewood and food and water. Your roof was intact, the logs were sufficiently chinked, and the windows were sealed. Then what would you do with your time?

I would assume there would be no Internet service, so blogging and reading CNN.com would be out of the question. For me that would leave playing my horn, learning to paint, and writing--not necessarily in that order.

The horn--I would focus on Mozart and Beethoven and try not to sound like a high school kid playing a recital with a nervous twitching leg and too much spit in the pipes. I would also work on my range.

Painting--I would have planned ahead for this, so I would have plenty of supplies and lesson books so that by the end of the year, I would be able to paint something other than a sea scape with wild grass in the foreground.

Writing--I would write letters to my family and friends, but I would also concentrate on writing cohesive novels. And with all that free time, I would be able to write them in sections longer than one chapter at a time. There is the question of whether or not I would have electricity, so if I had to write in long hand, I would accomplish less, but I would still accomplish.

So, take the question, and let your imaginations run with it......

Comments

Sassy Sundry said…
Hmmm...

I think I would want to write, and I would wind up reading and going slowly mad.
Anonymous said…
OK, OK, now I'll answer for real this time. I just couldn't get past the firewood while I was trying to think Monday night! I would build for a year. Stained glass, cabinets, sculpture, furniture, maybe even another room on that little cabin. Of course, I would need a fully stocked first aid kit too!
Anonymous said…
I love that picture...Stephen King would have a field day with it for his next movie......innocent girl with kitty...but beware of the lurking dog!
Gina said…
Well, write the Great American novel, of course!

I would include nature walks (duh!) and maybe learning to play an instrument.
dive said…
Wow. No phones and no people …
no commuting, no TV, just stock up the cabin with musical instruments, paints and books …
Why do we have to stop at one year, Robyn?
Scout said…
The need to create seems to be universal, and writing tops them all, but Sassy has a point--if left alone for year, we might be overjoyed initially, but eventually we might all go mad. So, Dive, that's why I would want to stop after a year. It could turn out like Castaway, and I'd make a friend out of the whisk broom, paint a face on it, and call it O'Cedar.
Old Knudsen said…
could the world be without my wisdom for a year? I couldn't be so selfish. Anyway I'd do my head in talking to myself all the time as I do go on a bit, don't get me started on history or slagging folks off oh no.
Old Knudsen said…
and another thing, your blog always confuses me for a split second, I say hey what happened to my post until I realise its yer blog, I'm like yer evil blog twin.
Scout said…
Old Knudson, I know what you mean about getting confused between blogs. I think, "wait, I don't have a saucy tart for a 'niece,'" and then I realize I'm in the wrong place.
Old Knudsen said…
Heres something on the clan McRae I believe you said you're from, I have a bad head for names so I hope this was it, even if the spelling is different some places its the same one

http://www.electricscotland.com/webclans/m/macrae.html
Old Knudsen said…
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"all work and no play would make Rich a very dull boy" "all work and no play would make Rich a very dull boy""all work and no play would make Rich a very dull boy" "all work and no play would make Rich a very dull boy""all work and no play would make Rich a very dull boy" "all work and no play would make Rich a very dull boy""all work and no play would make Rich a very dull boy" "all work and no play would make Rich a very dull boy"
BTW... very cute photo of you.

"hugs"
Scout said…
Thanks, Rich. It's about time somebody noticed how cute I was.
Anonymous said…
aahhh, look at your little pigtails! Whisk brooms are good friend material. I've always thought so.
Sassy Sundry said…
Rich, I was thinking of the Shining myself.

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