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:
Sunday, March 14, 2010
This 'n That
Nothing much accomplished today. We had Friday and Saturday night dinners out with friends, compounded by "Messing with Time" and some idiot (Husband) who made an appointment for which he had to leave home at 7:30 am this morning. The dogs don't understand that I am tired and don't feel like going for a walk, so we were out and about before anyone's Sunday newspapers hit their driveways. I have lounged around and watched some recorded shows on TV this afternoon, with a view of passers by stopping to inhale the perfume of my freesias out by the edge of the sidewalk.
Speaking of perfume; a certain big hairy beast is less smelly today. This is Boomer's pre-grooming photo, in the tub at the do-it-yourself dog wash. For this achievement alone, I deserve a rest today. "You're kidding?" he says when shown the steps up to the tub. "Forget about it!" he says when I try to brush him. "Owwwhoooo!" he says when I turn on the water. We don't even attempt to dry him with the blow dryer. It is amazing how much thrashing and snapping one dog can manage, despite being tethered to the wall. All in all he was very good (much improved, as everything is relative) and I remembered to cover my car seat with a blanket for the ride home. He is silky smooth and lavender scented, for a day or two.
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.