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Back to Abnormal
Apr. 7th, 2004 08:50 pmAhhhh--a quiet day at last. Well, mostly. I didn't tackle any pages, and that will have to be remedied Real Soon Now. But I managed not to drive anywhere. New floppy drive arrived (old one died), so I have no further excuses for not tackling above-mentioned pages. I can back them up easily. I must write more. I had a Nap. I watched videos: Florian, a very old movie with Lipizzans in. And a stallion video: Neapolitano Slatana II aka Willie aka Marita's kid brother, who is a prospect for Ephiny when she's old enough, and for Camilla maybe. Am pondering that one. Must review last summer's evaluation video, which has the other prospect for the War Mare: Conversano Antiqua aka Andy aka Omigod That Colt Can MOOOOVE! In process of viewing Willie's vid, I had a chance to see his daughter Deia again, pregnant on vid with what I hope next month will be my filly. She and Pooka need to make beautiful music together at some point.
Ahhhh, breeder neep. 'Tis the season. We're on hiatus here while Pooka polishes up his ridden work, with just one baby (due anydaynow) in California, and nothing scheduled until Ephiny hits breeding age--about three years.
And then, best of all, I rode a horse. I even remembered how, after a couple of minutes. Keed was elected; Capria is happy to longe after a break, but keed hates the longeline, so it's ride him or pony him or fuhgeddaboudit. So he got a ride. He was a happy FlederMoose. We only had two weeks and one splaa, pretty good for ten days off, and none in response to the Interesting Things on the road: backhoeus rumbleus, fueltankontrailerus rattleshakeus, and kidsonbikesasaurus. The eeks were at birds, wind, and the usual terrible dangers of the natural world. (Keed likes to get in touch with his Inner Ayrab when he hasn't been ridden in a while.)
Finally, before sundown and horse dinners, I took da Pook out for walkies--aka Obedience Work for Stallion Who Is Getting Full of Himself--and checked out the wildflower situation. There is a bumper crop of claret-cup cactus in bud and some bloom behind the paddock, a whole clump of beautiful magenta pink that is going to be spectacular in a day or two. The ocotillo are blooming, ditto the brittlebush and wild zinnia. The prickly pear are in bud--another bumper crop coming there.
I can feel the niggle in the back of the brain that indicates fiction trying to get born. This is good. This means more pages soon. Maybe tomorrow. The chiro vet is coming in the morning to do annual checkups on Pook and Camilla, and make sure the saddle fits them properly. Very important for optimal performance, and Pook has been growing like absolute mad, putting muscles on his muscles. Not that you can see them, he has this porcelain-pony thing going, but they're definitely there. And he's a lot wider than he used to be.
It feels good to feel tired-normal again.
Ahhhh, breeder neep. 'Tis the season. We're on hiatus here while Pooka polishes up his ridden work, with just one baby (due anydaynow) in California, and nothing scheduled until Ephiny hits breeding age--about three years.
And then, best of all, I rode a horse. I even remembered how, after a couple of minutes. Keed was elected; Capria is happy to longe after a break, but keed hates the longeline, so it's ride him or pony him or fuhgeddaboudit. So he got a ride. He was a happy FlederMoose. We only had two weeks and one splaa, pretty good for ten days off, and none in response to the Interesting Things on the road: backhoeus rumbleus, fueltankontrailerus rattleshakeus, and kidsonbikesasaurus. The eeks were at birds, wind, and the usual terrible dangers of the natural world. (Keed likes to get in touch with his Inner Ayrab when he hasn't been ridden in a while.)
Finally, before sundown and horse dinners, I took da Pook out for walkies--aka Obedience Work for Stallion Who Is Getting Full of Himself--and checked out the wildflower situation. There is a bumper crop of claret-cup cactus in bud and some bloom behind the paddock, a whole clump of beautiful magenta pink that is going to be spectacular in a day or two. The ocotillo are blooming, ditto the brittlebush and wild zinnia. The prickly pear are in bud--another bumper crop coming there.
I can feel the niggle in the back of the brain that indicates fiction trying to get born. This is good. This means more pages soon. Maybe tomorrow. The chiro vet is coming in the morning to do annual checkups on Pook and Camilla, and make sure the saddle fits them properly. Very important for optimal performance, and Pook has been growing like absolute mad, putting muscles on his muscles. Not that you can see them, he has this porcelain-pony thing going, but they're definitely there. And he's a lot wider than he used to be.
It feels good to feel tired-normal again.
