Sale, Sale Away, Sale Away....

Two days left for the Equinoctial Sale. I have a couple of mentee slots left, and Camp dates in January and March (and possibly late October/early November--if you want or need to just run away, send me a ping; it's beautiful here at that time of year).

Pooka says if we get another two mentees and/or a Camp, he can have Dr. NeedleVet again for all his owies from the sprain. He feels much better, is at the on one day, off the next stage--noticeably sore yesterday, only barely sore today. We persevere with the stall rest, though he is agitating to get sprung sooner rather than later. We have, however, learned our lesson good and hard, if excruciatingly slowly, and this time will not yield to his blandishments. He gets out of jail when every day is a not-sore day. About another week, I calculate. If I don't weaken and let him get out and reinjure himself all over again.

Which I Will Not Do.

No.

I Saw Her!

The shuttle flew right over us! Stupidiot did not realize it was going to fly directly over the Rincons, or that it would be so large or so clear, so I didn't have the camera for the splendid sight of the white bird over the mountain (which I will never forget). But I managed to catch it over the barn roof as it flew slowly toward the city:



And another, more distant shot with the Santa Catalinas in the background:



Damn, screen is blurry. Better go fix it.