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Friday, April 16, 2010

A Two-Breakfast Morning

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!






19 comments:

  1. I hope it works out with your friend of a friend!!

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  2. I haven't eaten Frosties for years. I probably stopped about the time when Kelloggs decided not to give away anymore plastic figures.

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  3. I did laugh at the idea of you 'funnelling' him towards his trip. I know exactly what you mean!

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  4. Felicitations les plus sinceres on having gotten your package off to Jon Stewart's homeland! I do hope that you suck the marrow out of the bones of relatively-free personal time that you have until its return.;>D

    If you do end up riding Western, I do hope that you brought along a raft of pre- & post-riding music along the lines of George Jones, Tammy Wynette, the Dixie Chicks singing "Good-bye Earle," or my all-time favorite, Kathey Mattea's rendition of

    Here's Hopin'

    By the way you watch the sunset I can tell
    Soon you'll saddle up that ole strawberry roan
    Bid goodbye to the Goodnight-Loving Trail
    And set off to blaze a new trail all your own
    I know you'll travel light like you always do
    But you'll always take a part of me with you

    Here's hopin' there's an open road before you
    Here's hopin' that your aim is always true
    And when you're trying to outrun that setting sun
    Here's hopin' that you do

    I know you'll try to hold to higher ground
    And stay one day ahead of the storm
    But when a northern blows and the rain keeps pouring down
    May you find a place to keep you safe and warm
    They say every cowgirl finds a home somewhere
    But friend 'til your travels take you there

    Here's hopin' there's an open road before you
    Here's hopin' that your aim is always true
    And when you're trying to outrun that setting sun
    Here's hopin' that you do

    If the trail looks bad and you need to double back
    Here's hopin' that you do


    Oh, and don't forget the whiskey. Although, I do know of a Ginger liqueur that could pass for whiskey to the untrained eye and a little flask tucked away would be better than a frog at show 'n' tell.

    Bises,

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  5. I'm exhausted just reading about your morning. I thought I'd done well to get two lots of washing on the go by 9am!

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  6. ER, All I can see ahead of you is a whole weekend of ALONE TIME, even if it's spent in the company of a horse and other humans. (quite funny about GC) How delicious.
    Your driving tires me out too - hope you've got some good music to keep you company on those endless freeways.
    Great to have an update and I laughed at your cereal of choice. Beats All-Bran.

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  7. Di, It was Western trail riding, which was "pleasant" but doesn't rock my world the way schooling does. I left my jodhpurs and long boots in the car and subjected my Talbots classic cut cords to horse sweat for a good cause. Better than a poke in the eye, for sure.

    Martin, Frosties are my fall-back comfort food with no cooking and very little clean up involved. They span my needs from breakfast, through fast food to dessert. They have an incredible shelf life, as I only indulge a few of times a year.

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  8. Fran, I suffer his erratic departures and arrivals much better than actually traveling on the same journey with him.

    Ms. Pliers,
    I thought of you last evening as I let my kitchen go from untidy to pig-stye status and never lost a wink of sleep over it. Take a sip of ginger liqueur on my behalf, if you get to England before I do.

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  9. Steve, You do laundry? Your unsung talents amaze me.

    Deborah, Yes, it is good to be free of the usual schedule of cooked meals etc. I listen to talk radio when driving during the week. I like my news and traffic reports. On weekends I tune to country music which has lyrics that can make me laugh or cry.

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  10. It'd take me a week to get all that done. I haven't had frosted flakes in years... now I want some.

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  11. oldwaterhead, thanks for commenting. Ocassional Frosties are good for the soul.

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  12. Good thing he didn't need to fly to Paris !

    Happy trails for the riding...

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  13. "... I am meeting a horse person" Sweet Jaysus, this line took me right back to the days when posh people used to call me 'boy'.

    Love it..

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  14. Jimmy, an interesting perspective that had not occurred to me. I just meant a like-minded person as interested in horses as I. It is indeed a "Them & Us" world; "Horse People" & "Others"

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  15. Hope that by the time you read this you have had a few "really nice rides" under your belt. Also hope your vacation from OH is everything you've hoped it would be. *G*

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  16. Tony the Tiger.....been years such I've seen him. I do miss that roar! LOL

    Sounds like a jam packed day and you still squeezed riding in, even if it wasn't "schooling." Too bad you don't like closer, I have lots in need of schooling here. LOL

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  17. Owen,travel and shipping disruptions? What travel and shipping disruptions? Compounded by a strike to warm the cockles of a travelers heart!

    Jean,Thanks for the wishes. This beggar is going to wait until her riding teacher gets un-stranded from her recent trip home to Germany and get back to some work.

    Rainbow, Theyrrrr Grrrreat! as Tony used to say.

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  18. They seem to have all but stopped the Frosties ads with Tony, but everything comes back around in the end - so I'm sure we'll all be shouting "they're greeeeeeeeeeat" in no time

    nostalgia ain't what it used to be!

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  19. Pixies, As long as Tony doesn't turn out to have a sleazy past, he'll still be my hero.

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