Why there is no weekly neep
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raithen will stop bouncing in her chair.
But first, before I forget--Horse Camp. End of October. Right before or after World Fantasy (which is October 24th-28th or thereabouts). Torture Lady will be here along about then and there will be Much To See And Do. Exact dates TBA. If you want to come and have preferences, holler.
Anyway. Why There Is No Neep Today.
Thursday morning comes up grey and drippy. Bush telegraph is humming. Lessons are cancelled. This is good because just when mine would have been starting, the skies open again. Total by evening: .4 inch.
Friday, skies are still grey. Total by evening: .3 inch. Both days, we are able to get horses out in the afternoon, and longe or ride as needed.
Saturday morning: pouring. Rain gauge stands at 1 inch. Bush telegraph concedes that lessons won't happen that morning, either. Again, as I would have been starting my lesson, the skies, they mourn. Total by evening: additional inch. Total so far since Tuesday (counting that day's brief cloudburst): 2.8 inches. We haven't had this much rain in a week since, oh, a year ago January.
Sunday morning: drippity drippity drippity drippity splat. Rain gauge: 1.25 inches. It clears up enough for Capria to get a road ride in the evening, but the arena is vewwy vewwy wet.
Monday morning: sploshity sploshity sploshity glurg. Rain gauge: 1.45 inches. Total for the week: 5.5 inches. The arena is a goner, Keptin. Next possible lesson if it clears up as promised tomorrow, will be sometime over the weekend. It will take that long for the mud to dry.
Oreo wants me to Turn It Off Now. He's quite insistent.
The stalls are sloppy but draining. Horses have dry places to go if they choose: the paddock is mostly dry and about three-quarters of Pooka's stall is still dry. The doorway has sprung a leak and there's a big puddle there. Babymonster's big pen that he shares with mom is muddy but doesn't pool even during the storms.
Tucson is having Fun With Water. People who have moved here in the past five to seven years have never seen anything like it. Road closures everywhere, roads overwhelmed with walls of water, and those nice sandy "driveways" are, like, you know, rivers. I'm cut off from Tucson by the way I usually take, though there's a longer way (not so long now there's a spiffy new road across formerly open desert--said spiffy new road is beautifully clear and dry). My little town is not in trouble; we're on high ground for the most part, and the Pantano is staying within its banks. It is, however, a river now instead of a sandy canyon.
A nice side effect is that, finally, after a brown, dead year, we have Flowers.
First of all, however, this is Pooka's opinion of the situation. He's in the garden apartment because of the puddle in his stall and the pond in his run. Neither he nor his ladies (who are separated from him by 20 feet) are pleased. Usually they're sharing a wall or fenceline.
This UFO (Unidentified Flowering Object) appeared in the yard this week and bloomed today. It's a lily of some sort, but so far I haven't found it in any of the books.
The Texas Ranger bush is waking up--it's popping out with blossoms.
And finally, Hillary thinks he wants to come out and join me. Except I know what he thinks of Wet Feet.
And that is why the neep, she does not happen now.
raithen will stop bouncing in her chair.But first, before I forget--Horse Camp. End of October. Right before or after World Fantasy (which is October 24th-28th or thereabouts). Torture Lady will be here along about then and there will be Much To See And Do. Exact dates TBA. If you want to come and have preferences, holler.
Anyway. Why There Is No Neep Today.
Thursday morning comes up grey and drippy. Bush telegraph is humming. Lessons are cancelled. This is good because just when mine would have been starting, the skies open again. Total by evening: .4 inch.
Friday, skies are still grey. Total by evening: .3 inch. Both days, we are able to get horses out in the afternoon, and longe or ride as needed.
Saturday morning: pouring. Rain gauge stands at 1 inch. Bush telegraph concedes that lessons won't happen that morning, either. Again, as I would have been starting my lesson, the skies, they mourn. Total by evening: additional inch. Total so far since Tuesday (counting that day's brief cloudburst): 2.8 inches. We haven't had this much rain in a week since, oh, a year ago January.
Sunday morning: drippity drippity drippity drippity splat. Rain gauge: 1.25 inches. It clears up enough for Capria to get a road ride in the evening, but the arena is vewwy vewwy wet.
Monday morning: sploshity sploshity sploshity glurg. Rain gauge: 1.45 inches. Total for the week: 5.5 inches. The arena is a goner, Keptin. Next possible lesson if it clears up as promised tomorrow, will be sometime over the weekend. It will take that long for the mud to dry.
Oreo wants me to Turn It Off Now. He's quite insistent.
The stalls are sloppy but draining. Horses have dry places to go if they choose: the paddock is mostly dry and about three-quarters of Pooka's stall is still dry. The doorway has sprung a leak and there's a big puddle there. Babymonster's big pen that he shares with mom is muddy but doesn't pool even during the storms.
Tucson is having Fun With Water. People who have moved here in the past five to seven years have never seen anything like it. Road closures everywhere, roads overwhelmed with walls of water, and those nice sandy "driveways" are, like, you know, rivers. I'm cut off from Tucson by the way I usually take, though there's a longer way (not so long now there's a spiffy new road across formerly open desert--said spiffy new road is beautifully clear and dry). My little town is not in trouble; we're on high ground for the most part, and the Pantano is staying within its banks. It is, however, a river now instead of a sandy canyon.
A nice side effect is that, finally, after a brown, dead year, we have Flowers.
First of all, however, this is Pooka's opinion of the situation. He's in the garden apartment because of the puddle in his stall and the pond in his run. Neither he nor his ladies (who are separated from him by 20 feet) are pleased. Usually they're sharing a wall or fenceline.
This UFO (Unidentified Flowering Object) appeared in the yard this week and bloomed today. It's a lily of some sort, but so far I haven't found it in any of the books.
The Texas Ranger bush is waking up--it's popping out with blossoms.
And finally, Hillary thinks he wants to come out and join me. Except I know what he thinks of Wet Feet.
And that is why the neep, she does not happen now.
