I love a horse with character....
I wonder if Ms. M had the dancing bug earlier this morning? ("I'm free and several pounds lighter!!!!!") We were so happy to get the phone call this morning that when Rita had gone down to feed and start her morning "horse" routine, there was the new foal, still laying in the straw all warm, wet and gooey!!!! yay! Rita was so excited, she ran back up from the barn to call Mom C and Papa. We were all invited to go and visit this morning.
Ms. M very graciously let us into the stall and with me in there petting the foal, she allowed each of the girls to come in for a moment and see her baby. Towards the end though, you could tell she was starting to get a bit annoyed so very carefully we left. How soft, how sweet, how adorable!!!! What an experience for the girls (and me as this was the first time with protective mama and a baby horse!) I hope so much that Honey can help me with the pictures so I can get one on here....
(I can't believe I never thought to look for a horse line on photobucket... anywhooo...) We didn't stay too long, although even after Mom C and Papa left, Rita invited us to stay as long as we wanted to. Unfortunately, Pumpkin is sick once again. Why can't I keep these kids healthy????? They take their vitamins every day and have been going through a fruit stage, although unfortunately (or fortunately in a way as the prices are so darn high for fresh fruit) their fruit stage seems to be wearing down. Who knows what it will be replaced with next. Pumpkin's got a bad head cold. I mean really... she was only in school for two days before she started complaining of the sore throat and then the cough began. sigh..... Apparently she isn't the only one, either.
Yesterday, Honey ran into the woman who met with him and agreed to purchase the trailer. She told him reluctantly with pain filled, even embarrassed (?) eyes that she was hoping to have it moved by the middle of the month, but it wasn't going where they had originally planned, instead, she was trying to find a nice trailer park for her and her son, alone. Apparantly her husband isn't with her any longer.
I feel so bad. If we hadn't already made plans for the land, we'd let her leave the trailer there and as long as she paid all the utilities, let her live there until she got her bearings again. But unfortunately, we promised Mom we'd help her with her wood bill this year and we need the space to cut and start drying the lumber. Unfortunately the lot as it is now isn't big enough for everything.
The woman said she was trying to find a place to put the trailer as well as find someone who could start getting it ready to move. Honey said he would be happy to at least help her with that. He's at the trailer this afternoon pulling things apart such as the screen porch and extra addition in preparation for moving it, whenever that happens. I hate it when life doesn't deliver all happiness and rainbows..... I'm trying to think of other solutions, but well.... we'll see.
When there's a shadow you follow the sun
when there is love then you look for the one
and for the promises there is the sky
and for the heavens are those who can fly
Chorus:
If you really want to, you can hear me say
only if you want to, will you find a way
if you really want to, you can seize the day
onli if you want to, will you fly away
When there's a journey, you follow a star
when there's an ocean you sail from a far
and for the broken heart there is the sky
and for tomorrow are those who can fly
repeat chorus twice
Ah! Je voudrais voler comme un oiseau d'aile
Ah! Je voudrais voler comme un oiseau d'aile
d'aile
(loosely translated means:
I would like to fly as a bird of wing)
repeat chorus
if you really want to, you can seize the day
only if you want to, will you fly away
So, I'm trying to play catch-up from the past few weeks. I've been trying to do a food inventory as I try to clean out winter storage food before they expire and I have to do the spring clothing switch and go through two weeks of papers that magically have appeared on my desk along with a variety of other cluttery type stuff.
My flowers need watering, the kitchen cabinets need to be cleared and cleaned, under the kitchen table needs sweeping, the bedrooms haven't been vacuumed since ?..... Last night I started feeling very closed in and ... grumpy... and snappy. Not the best combination with Honey who is working at my cluttery desk helping his parents design a website for their up and coming horse stable. (Yes, horses, horses everywhere and not a single one is mine.... yet.... ) shrugs....
So after snapping and getting us both upset, I stomped down to the bedroom, very similar to what my 8 yr old does so well.... I curled up on the bed with a book to forget everything for awhile. You know how you can be reading a book, but your mind is still working? Before I realize it, I've got a tune stuck in my head. Oh no, no, no "dear" Divine, I'm enjoying my little snit, thank you very much, don't even.... And the nameless tune continues.
When you know it's just a loosing battle, why make it so hard on yourself. With dramatic flair, I plop the book down on the bed and walk out into the kitchen. You know, I have to think. Here I am in my kitchen staring at my winter storage totes and my cupboards and there's food on every single shelf. There are such food shortages around the world that people are fighting for it and I'm frustrated because I need to organize my pantry??? So, why am I feeling the way I am?
I look around my house and realize that yes, it's small and cramped and way too close to the in-laws... . And yet it's a safe environment for the girls, it's warm, it doesn't leak, it provides what we need. A tornado ripped through a town in Virginia last night. Look at the loss. So, why am I feeling the way I am??
There are children who go through the day cold because they don't have adequate clothing. Some women have maybe 3-5 outfits in their whole wardrobe. I switch out my summer and winter clothing. My girls' closet is full. Even Honey, who shows lack in interest in clothing (therefore has what amounts to the size of a cleaning closet for his clothing), his closet is full. So why am I feeling the way I am???
Point taken. I greatly dislike being persistently poked in the shoulder, but sometimes, it seems to be the only thing that works. Why are some lessons so hard to learn and remember??? Being positive is such an easy thing to do. There are always two sides to a situation so why do I tend to focus on the negative? I fear it may be one of those traits that I will have to deal with... forever. Thank you once again for the reminder, dear Divine, but, my darling, did you have to leave a bruise?
Since I still have the song running through my head, I decided I shouldn't be the only one.....tee hee
This is from a BBC show called "The Singing Detective". I hadn't heard of this show before, therefore, I had to go searching for information about it. The show focuses on a writer with a painful disease, leaving him bedridden. He relives his detective stories in his mind though hallucinations and imagination. A movie in 2003 starring Robert Downey Jr with the same name is based on the TV show. Health is certainly something else to think positively on.....
I'm sitting here this morning, finishing up my grape nuts cereal, microwaved, with a touch of maple syrup. Pumpkin is back to school, Honey at work. The girls are playing in their room, the TV off, and at the moment, even the hum of machinery is quiet. Sometimes the melody of just a little bit of silence is very, very nice.
I wasn't home again very much this weekend. Saturday afternoon we went over to Rita's (Pumpkin's riding instructor) to visit. Papa was there finishing his lesson. I can't believe that Ms. M is as big as she is. Isn't she tired of carrying that foal? I will say she wanted snuggles and love and scratches... and lots of them.
Ms M's oldest son, whom they have nicknamed Goober, is anything BUT a peanut. Goober may actually be a little taller than his Friesian father. Over the winter Rita and her hubby have been working with him to turn him into a riding horse. Although not exactly ideal, Goober is the only horse that really fits Papa (as he is a very tall person). At one point Goober decided he preferred to perform a sort of trot/canter with Papa on him, which Papa didn't ask him to do and didn't appreciate at all. That was nearly the end of a lesson.
But before Goober was unsaddled, Rita asked Honey if he would like to try. Honey hasn't been on a horse for close to 16 years and he got Goober to perform perfectly around the cones, took him just where he wanted to go, got Goober to trot a bit, the works.
I will say that through the powers of close observation, every time Goober got to a certain point in the round pen, he would pick up speed. Rita thinks it's good the more that different people ride him so he gets used to a variety. Therefore, when Rita invited me to go ahead and ride Goober, I was prepared. And sure enough, the little brat wanted to act out on that spot. I should have made him go back and go through that area again, but I didn't. Out of the horses there, Goober and his Dad and Moonbeam make me the most.... not nervous, but don't really inspire a lot of confidence in me, either. I'm on guard with them. Sure, I scratch them and give them treats, but... I don't know. There's just something. Goober's younger brother, Felt, well... I'd bring him home with me within seconds if I could. Yesterday, he leaned over me, hung his head on my shoulder and just sniffed and nuzzled (of course, he was searching for treats, too...). He's just so calm and gentle. I found just the right spot on his forehead under his mane and I swear, I think his eyes rolled up into his head for a few minutes.
If and when the time comes for me to decide on a horse, I have a feeling that I'm going to go with the calmer, no macho, easy going tempermented horse. I'm looking for companionship not mind games and push/pull situations. Goober is amazing and high spirited and fun, but I can't seem to really connect with him the way I do with the the others. If I'm not a super forceful person, why would I want a super forceful horse? I love being with Ms. M and Misty too, although Misty's so absolutely stubborn, and does EVERYTHING she can to get out of "work". She sees a halter coming and she runs away. She is such a character.
Yesterday I went to church again with my mom. I guess I can see why she enjoys going there. There's enough people in her "crowd" that speak to her and offer for her (us) to sit with them. The pastor, however is only aout 5 to 10 years older than I am and the past two Sundays he has given interesting topics that really do apply to today's living. AND... low and behold.. he makes himself... Human. He's not preaching down to the congregation but acts like it's more of a discussion. Interesting.
When I got home, I heard "Oh look, we DO have a Mommie!" That said just as I was going into the bedroom to change my clothes so I could head off to work. yeah..... That's not exactly what one wants to hear. At first I heard a negative undertone that hit my own guilt nerve. I feel that I probably need to ignore it because I think the actual message was that basically I was gone all day and missed. If wrong, I know it will surface again and that's when we'll deal with it.
Goal accomplished: Yesterday when I was gone, the guys got up the clothes line that I've been begging for!!!! Yay!!!! Very exciting! Mom C, Papa and us all ate together. Afterwards, Mom offered to give the girls a bath and while she was doing that, I rearranged the sun room so that the the door towards the clothes line was more accessible and the door to the backyard was clear as well. There are so many dead ladybugs out there! It's unbelievable. I have to go through and clean out all the little shelves and totes because they are just everywhere.....
Today it's more banking and food shopping (seeing as I didn't really get to it last week as I had hoped!!! ) and all the other nasty stuff that you really just don't want to have to deal with, but must, because that's just life.
You are a somewhat serious person who enjoys studying subjects deeply.
Art of all kinds interests you, and a good piece of art can really effect you emotionally.
You are inspired by human achievement, and you appreciate work that takes years to accomplish.
For you, the finer things in life are not about snobbery - they're about quality.
Have a wonderful day, Everyone!!!! I'll be back later this evening and am looking forward to reading what kind of music you "tuned" out to be.
I was quite surprised at my results. Classical music??? Moonlight Sonata, Clare de Lune, and Strauss, Schubert, Gershwin.... so many to choose from.... Okay.... it is nice every once in awhile to sit back and feel the emotions that a beautiful classical piece of music can pull from oneself. How about a little Chopin? This youtube video is sort of fun
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Oh no, no, no "dear" Divine, I'm enjoying my little snit, thank you very much, don't even.... And the nameless tune continues. 
. And yet it's a safe environment for the girls, it's warm, it doesn't leak, it provides what we need. A tornado ripped through a town in Virginia last night. Look at the loss. So, why am I feeling the way I am??
Being positive is such an easy thing to do. There are always two sides to a situation so why do I tend to focus on the negative? I fear it may be one of those traits that I will have to deal with... forever. Thank you once again for the reminder, dear Divine, but, my darling, did you have to leave a bruise?
That said just as I was going into the bedroom to change my clothes so I could head off to work. 
