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:
Friday, November 26, 2010
This is plan "B" - A much about nothing post of winter bouquets and cats sunning on window sills. Turkey and trimmings achieved for another year. I did not lay hands on the feral grand children, despite a deprogrammed television set and a smoke-filled house because SOMEONE closed the fireplace damper. (Plan "A" was a rant).
The Artistic One is on a plane that should leave the ground in the next five minutes. I am master of my own universe again, for a few days. Who buys goat cheese with honey in it? An aberration! I am happily installed with a glass of the remaining rum punch. This year I served it chilled; all ginger and spice mixed with sparkling apple juice and slices of mandarin and lime.
The visiting dog ran away with the oven gloves that were saturated in turkey goodness. I'm all in favor of a recipe that advocates turning a turkey during cooking; that's doable when it is cold. Try juggling a twenty pound bird that is oozing hot juices and slippery as heck. I flipped her once then renounced that idea and threw the mitts on the floor, which Enzo thought was a fabulous idea. Chase ensued.
Everyone was sent home with left overs and pies. The tables and chairs are back in place and the clean up is over. I have a whole weekend before me and for me.
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.