Let us ride together, Blowing mane and hair, Careless of the weather, Miles ahead of care, Ring of hoof and snaffle, Swing of waist and hip, Trotting down the twisted road With the world let slip. Anonymous riding song.
Along for the ride:
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Brussel Sprouts and Pirates.
I may have had a useful idea, or the train of my thoughts may be way off track. I don't really mind, either way. As I was preparing Brussels sprouts for the lunch menu this weekend, it occurred to me that August is not Brussels sprout season. Thought number two: who thinks enough of Brussels sprouts to push cultivation and ship them in from some foreign clime? Cherries at Christmas, I understand. Asparagus year round, we now take for granted, but mundane little green Brussels sprouts. Talk about a niche market! Thought number three. Images of ocean going containers full of Brussels sprouts and the subsequent surprise on a Pirate's face when he discovers what he has hi-jacked. The conversation with the foreign government expected to negotiate the release, for ransom. The loud raspberry said foreign diplomat sends down the satellite phone link. A noise he has refrained from making since he went to Diplomat school. A new found respect for a previously under appreciated vegetable.
If I were a tree, I would be a London Plane. I am gregarious but enjoy solitude. I am English in my heart and soul, but still have room for other nations. I have lived in six countries and picked up a French husband along the way. We have a wonderful, kind, strong-minded daughter who has become a "Human of whom to be proud". I am a magnet for the lost. I foster collies (and collie cousins and the occasional, accidental, cat or crow). Those I have saved have saved me in return. I notice the world around me and often talk to strangers. Traveling alone is interesting, liberating and fulfilling. I am good at most things that I undertake but have few formal qualifications. I am able to have and treasure friends with whom I disagree about almost everything. My life is not over. Who knows where I am headed?
A ponyism is one of Life's Truths perceived from the perspective of an Effing Pony: - Life's a Bluff! - Those who aspire to make their mark on this world must expect to scrape some skin on the walls of experience. - The greatest value of money is as the currency of Hope.
- To be an Ass or an Asset, that is the question?
-Selective memory is but the first step on the path to magical thinking.
-Not all Baggage comes with wheels. -When your hero is a horse you are less likely to be disappointed than were he a human.
-Unfortunately, great wealth does not always equate with class.
-A dick, surrounded by puppies, remains a dick. -What better antidote to evil than kittens? -Any time you have something heavy, ready to drop, your cat will sit right below and look up at you.