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:
Monday, October 4, 2010
The Handbag of Glory was violated on Saturday. My beautiful, softly glowing, red purse was molested by foreign hands; touched without honoring it's beauty; regarded by an evil eye.
When I returned to my, locked, automobile after an absence of less than twenty minutes, my wallet (purse) was on the front seat beside my purse (handbag). My heart sank as I reached to verify what I already knew. Someone had filched my cash.
For those of you who do not know me, I am very conscientious about details. I lock my car, I do not leave my wallet beside my purse. I put things back where they belong and manage to keep track of where things are without resorting to straightening-compulsions.
When I had driven into the parking lot in front of our new building a brief time before, I had noticed a gathering of "Semi-Simian Yahoos" hanging out together close by. Apparently, a neighboring business, specializing in forklift repair and maintenance, had allowed an employee to live in an RV on site and that had blossomed into a Saturday afternoon party with grubby, glassy-eyed, bearded-wonders, of an age that should have known better, hugging beer cans and leaning in and out of multiple pick-up trucks and work vans, strewn any which way but straight.
Our entrance is fifty yards away, the roll-up door was open and my husband was on our forklift unloading a truck full of palettes. I parked to one side of the door, pressed the electronic lock on my key chain and went inside to see how things were going.
I had had a moment's doubt about leaving my purse in the car, due to the "Elements" in the neighborhood but I had reprimanded myself for stereo-typing and shrugged off my suspicions.
Someone was more alert than they looked, scoped out his lovely prey on the front passenger seat and must have been adept with a Slim-Jim. The movie title "Gone in Sixty Seconds" comes to mind.
I am grateful that only cash was taken, and not much of that. I still have my check book and credit cards. The thief purloined more than money. He appropriated my happiness. "The Handbag of Glory" has had it's magical spell overshadowed by a dark, lurking presence. I don't have to see oily fingerprints to visualize them in my mind.
I have to get over this and take back the power. What better antidote to evil than kittens?
When Sparkles went to kitten boot-camp and "The Handbag of Glory" was very new, I visited the five furry felines to see how they were progressing. "The Handbag of Glory" was declared a kitten magnet and all kinds of climbing and playing took place in and around it. Resurrecting those photos has exorcised the evil. That and the visit the local police made to the "Yahoo Playground of Iniquity" late Saturday night, rousting one and all and apprising them of the local ordinance against RV camping. They have twenty-four hours to find a new home.
Maybe there's a Yahoo Rescue and Adoption Agency, I've never heard of, to help them find their forever homes. Maybe euthanasia has its positive side? Me? I prefer kittens.
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.