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:
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Have you hugged The Devil today?
I was well received by The Devil this morning. A warm embrace and polite chit chat cannot distract me from what I know of the man who lies beneath. However, I can fake it with the best of them. I asked after his daughter and her children, knowing that they had moved back home after separating from The Devil's Son-in-Law. Poor Son-in -law is much too nice and too ordinary for this Princess. She broke his heart, telling him "He no longer made her shine". Unfortunately for him, his Devil Father-in-Law had persuaded him to close his own construction business and join the family firm. He was screwed up and down.
I waited before asking about the Russian girl friend. These things have a way of changing over time and I wasn't sure of her name, anyway. I thought I'd handle that if I saw her. I was left alone with Dave "The Minion" and asked if Ivana/whoever was still around. "Drug Overdose" was the response. She's GONE, as in Dead and...I had heard rumors that she was into drugs but tended to put that down to disgruntled bitching, as the new potential Step-Mom was younger than the children of the Devil's direct lineage.
Masons were building away; extending out the pool patio to create a new gathering area; constructing the bones of a fireplace with nary a master-plan or permit in sight. Cheap labor, some cement blocks and another monstrosity in the making. Add some MORE fake cement columns to garnish the seating area, already surrounded by OODLES of fake cement balustrades and, as I told TD, the whole thing is so cold and overdone that it is more like a banquet room in a hotel than a personal space. (My opinions are free, remember, and people do ask:)
I think he saw some reason. He said I was right. From past experience he can always change his mind (ten million times) and there is always prodding from Minion Dave, the troll-man who has his ear and tells lies about everything and everyone to maintain his power.
Next up discussion of the trip to France. The Devil will be meeting Arnold in Paris and traveling together to Afghanistan, to visit with the Troops. Somebody's Image Consultant has been working hard. Arnold does need to rehabilitate his image. Apparently the press in Europe are kinder than here. He needs a break from the bashing he's been getting. I can't feel too sorry for him.
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.