It's only mid-morning but I have covered so much ground already that I keep checking the time on my wrist watch against the time on my cell phone. It doesn't seem possible that it's not later.
Up at 5am to fit in dog walking before driving Hubby to San Francisco Airport, I heard a full rendition of The Morning Chorus from the birds. Coffee and a warm croissant hit the spot nicely and made me feel almost human.
The Artistic One is winging his way to New York, after a full body scan and pat down by security. Mad salt'n pepper hair, a dark mustache and tanned olive skin pretty much guarantee some extra attention in every airport and sometimes while driving. Even at almost 75 years old and with a visible impediment to his walking ability, I agree that he is a scary foreign looking bloke. I also think that the metal detectors are now so finely tuned that they can detect the dozens of staples that are in Hubby's intestines since some emergency repairs were performed due to an accident a couple of decades ago.
There is an Opening Reception tomorrow evening in a gallery in Ridgewood, New Jersey. He is the Artist and so must attend. It is always an achievement to get the man, the luggage, the boarding pass and the ID papers funneled in the right direction at the right time.
My nannying duties accomplished I shot south, the sun intermittently in my eyes, to San Jose, to drop off a check that would otherwise have been late. Northbound again I stopped at home to let the dogs out, check my email and enjoy a bowl of Tony the Tiger's Frosted Flakes out on the back patio in the sunshine, as squirrels were chased and petunias trampled by the foster-beast. I am belaboring the point that the clouds have cleared and we are promised a dry weekend. We deserve some blue sky for a change.
Back in the car for another twenty miles to reach my place of work. I had a bit of a grumble on arrival as the departing Artist had made an executive and unshared decision last evening to put two padlocks on the gate, one of which I was not sure I had the key to open. That would have been a big nuisance as I do have some clients scheduled to visit today. After fumbling around with my whole jailer key chain I was finally able to open the second lock.
After my work appointments I am meeting a horse person this afternoon. A friend of a friend situation with our middle-(wo)man knowing that I need to ride and the other gal has two horses and needs some help exercising them. When I called to introduce myself our conversation revealed that Noelle not only knows the barn I have been riding at, but sold them a little palomino horse called Gary Cooper. He has been my mount of choice for a while and she was glad to hear he is happy and well. I am not certain but I have the feeling we will be riding Western Style. I packed my short boots as well as the long boots and breeches. I will go with whatever fits the situation best when I get there.
You won't catch me looking a gift horse in the mouth!