Is This Thing On?
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dancinghorseWith all the craziness in social media these days, I tend to wander around and end up on twitter or facebook because that's where people seem to be interacting, and I'm on Google+ but I haven't had time to really do anything with it yet. (I notice it went public--the sex spammers have started to show up. Yick.) But lj soldiers on, and there are some things that just work best in that comfortable, and simple, interface.
Now to see if I can keep up with the regular lj-ing. I get tired and scattered and time flies so fast. Summer went by like a blast from a flamethrower. We need t-shirts, artistically scorched and charred. "I Survived Tucson Red-Hot Summer Non-Tour 2011." Second-hottest summer on record, which is saying something.
It's still a mite warm out there, and the summer rains have not given up yet. We had actually less rain than usual, but it tended to come in big fat splooshes, and we've had many times more rain in usually dry September than in the whole of usually wet August. Not that August was actually dry. It was horribly humid and seriously hot. The fibro went New England on it, and made riding painful enough to be a problem. As in, crikey, I'm as stiff as I used to be under Torture Lady's reign, and I don't like it one bit. It's miserable. I want my feel for the horse back!
Evening riding times weren't happening, either, with day after day of major lightning and a sadistic tease from storms that never quite hit here. But, I discovered a thing. A very good and useful thing.
If I went to bed before 11 p.m., I could get up around 6 a.m. and have time to work Pooka, who spends the nights out in the arena, before breakfast. And I did. I managed it. Two, three, four days a week. So he got to stay in work, longeing if the riding was too not-happening. The others were crying neglect, but for the most part he got his innings and was (and is) a happy pooka.
I'm still aiming at 11 p.m., and finding that it really does help with the energy levels, though the brain generally does not come online until 10 a.m. But that's system default, and is why morning barn chores happen in the morning.
So that was summer. Work happened, with a very large client edit that took over the local universe. I sent the final version of that, finally, out this morning. Other projects came and went, and will now take center stage, and yay for that.
And now it is, officially, fall. In Arizona that means a few more weeks of daytime heat, but the nights are getting cooler, and the mornings are just cool enough to get Pooka into his cranky pants. But they're not nearly cool enough for his blanket yet, so he can just suffer. Or get a longe or a ride, which always improves his mood. Lessons got deferred because there was no point, but we had one yesterday to get back into the habit, and he's not entirely sure about this use your whole body thing, didn't we already do that and do we have to do it again?
The rest of the crew are prospering. Fibro hips means no greenies under saddle, but Capria and Pandora can handle me being essentially immobile and seat-deaf, so they've had a decent share of attention. Gabriella is now well integrated into the herd, is Pandora's grooming buddy and Carrma's BFF and has declared detente with the Girlz. Still some fireworks now and then, but they all do that.
Now we're galloping into winter--and unlike Westeros, Baja Arizona can't freaking wait. We have a short Camp next weekend, but otherwise all the bookings disappeared, canceled, or never committed. 2012 is open except for April. We're plotting something with yoga maybe around the Solstice; and Pook and I are going to the Empire Ranch Roundup November 5th, at which we will do something, not sure what yet, but I'm sure we'll improvise. I might pop in on TusCon for a day. And I'm doing the Tucson Book Festival in March, must not forget that. They finally found me, yay.
Yes, that's what it's like inside my brain these days. It hops around a lot. Goal is to get the body back in line and working horses consistently, and get the brain back ditto and concentrating on fiction, though there are mentees and Sekrit Projekts and other things piled up as well.
Meanwhile, DHF-the-land has had a few things to say. One day in June when I was having a bit of a War Mare moment over by the stock tank and under the Party Tree (which survived the freeze and is growing green again), I looked down, and there beside my foot was a beautiful basalt spearhead. Message received. Wow factor on high.
And that was a memorable thing, and a lovely thing, and then it became a thing.
I now have a large bucket full of projectile points and tools. Arrowheads, spearheads, axes, adzes, scrapers, grinding tools. All sizes. From all over where the horses are. They shine out at me in the dusk. They poke my foot in the morning. They turn up in the barn. In the stalls. Sometimes in the driveway.
And yes, many of them are made of dragons' teeth.
My life in a fantasy novel, let me show you it.
Now to see if I can keep up with the regular lj-ing. I get tired and scattered and time flies so fast. Summer went by like a blast from a flamethrower. We need t-shirts, artistically scorched and charred. "I Survived Tucson Red-Hot Summer Non-Tour 2011." Second-hottest summer on record, which is saying something.
It's still a mite warm out there, and the summer rains have not given up yet. We had actually less rain than usual, but it tended to come in big fat splooshes, and we've had many times more rain in usually dry September than in the whole of usually wet August. Not that August was actually dry. It was horribly humid and seriously hot. The fibro went New England on it, and made riding painful enough to be a problem. As in, crikey, I'm as stiff as I used to be under Torture Lady's reign, and I don't like it one bit. It's miserable. I want my feel for the horse back!
Evening riding times weren't happening, either, with day after day of major lightning and a sadistic tease from storms that never quite hit here. But, I discovered a thing. A very good and useful thing.
If I went to bed before 11 p.m., I could get up around 6 a.m. and have time to work Pooka, who spends the nights out in the arena, before breakfast. And I did. I managed it. Two, three, four days a week. So he got to stay in work, longeing if the riding was too not-happening. The others were crying neglect, but for the most part he got his innings and was (and is) a happy pooka.
I'm still aiming at 11 p.m., and finding that it really does help with the energy levels, though the brain generally does not come online until 10 a.m. But that's system default, and is why morning barn chores happen in the morning.
So that was summer. Work happened, with a very large client edit that took over the local universe. I sent the final version of that, finally, out this morning. Other projects came and went, and will now take center stage, and yay for that.
And now it is, officially, fall. In Arizona that means a few more weeks of daytime heat, but the nights are getting cooler, and the mornings are just cool enough to get Pooka into his cranky pants. But they're not nearly cool enough for his blanket yet, so he can just suffer. Or get a longe or a ride, which always improves his mood. Lessons got deferred because there was no point, but we had one yesterday to get back into the habit, and he's not entirely sure about this use your whole body thing, didn't we already do that and do we have to do it again?
The rest of the crew are prospering. Fibro hips means no greenies under saddle, but Capria and Pandora can handle me being essentially immobile and seat-deaf, so they've had a decent share of attention. Gabriella is now well integrated into the herd, is Pandora's grooming buddy and Carrma's BFF and has declared detente with the Girlz. Still some fireworks now and then, but they all do that.
Now we're galloping into winter--and unlike Westeros, Baja Arizona can't freaking wait. We have a short Camp next weekend, but otherwise all the bookings disappeared, canceled, or never committed. 2012 is open except for April. We're plotting something with yoga maybe around the Solstice; and Pook and I are going to the Empire Ranch Roundup November 5th, at which we will do something, not sure what yet, but I'm sure we'll improvise. I might pop in on TusCon for a day. And I'm doing the Tucson Book Festival in March, must not forget that. They finally found me, yay.
Yes, that's what it's like inside my brain these days. It hops around a lot. Goal is to get the body back in line and working horses consistently, and get the brain back ditto and concentrating on fiction, though there are mentees and Sekrit Projekts and other things piled up as well.
Meanwhile, DHF-the-land has had a few things to say. One day in June when I was having a bit of a War Mare moment over by the stock tank and under the Party Tree (which survived the freeze and is growing green again), I looked down, and there beside my foot was a beautiful basalt spearhead. Message received. Wow factor on high.
And that was a memorable thing, and a lovely thing, and then it became a thing.
I now have a large bucket full of projectile points and tools. Arrowheads, spearheads, axes, adzes, scrapers, grinding tools. All sizes. From all over where the horses are. They shine out at me in the dusk. They poke my foot in the morning. They turn up in the barn. In the stalls. Sometimes in the driveway.
And yes, many of them are made of dragons' teeth.
My life in a fantasy novel, let me show you it.
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Date: 2011-09-30 12:28 am (UTC)The weather has been weird all over this year, hasn't it? I'm not sure where Florida is on the rainfall +/- scale. We haven't had a lot of unusually heavy storms, but it has been consistently rainy, more so than other years. So, very much with you on the fibro aches and pains and stiffness. Here's hoping we both get our bodies back in shape Soon.
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Date: 2011-09-30 11:30 am (UTC)I do believe in backing up though - just in case someone manages to shoot the site down for good, for whatever reason.
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Date: 2011-09-30 01:38 am (UTC)I'm glad you survived summer. I like your T-shirt idea. Mine would be tattered and covered with different kinds of grime, and say, "I survived Summer. I think..." Way, way too much to do. Not enough time.
Way cool on the stone tools! I've always wanted to visit someplace where I could find things like that.
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Date: 2011-09-30 04:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-30 01:46 am (UTC)I'm on a self-imposed internet detox (sort of), so I've been scarce here as well, hopefully I should be back soon...
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Date: 2011-09-30 01:54 am (UTC)Zip and your Pook must share the same cold intolerant gene. Zipper is absolutely miserable when the temps dip -- and this weekend we're headed down to lows in the 40's. The high was somewhere near 90 today. Umm, what?!
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Date: 2011-09-30 04:03 am (UTC)Facebook may have jumped the shark with too many changes all at once, but there are still so many people there, I won't be leaving at any time soon.
But lj is looking pretty good in comparison.
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Date: 2011-09-30 11:43 am (UTC)Aye. And there's the rub.
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Date: 2011-09-30 01:59 pm (UTC)School has restarted so life has gone all chaos and pointy bits around her. Our weather is odd lots of rain and a push of air from the Gulf last week that locked my joints up to cryingly painfuly levels.
We're supposed to be in the 40's by Monday, and the S word is forecast for elevations already. I saw a flock of geese seriously high-tailing it south a day or two ago... Makes one nervous in this land of snow and ice when the geese are booking it!
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Date: 2011-09-30 03:35 am (UTC)Awesome about all the ancient tools. Strange that they'd just start showing up now. And in such quantities!
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Date: 2011-09-30 10:11 am (UTC)I hope the weather will be gentler to you soon. We had a lot of rain and storms and autumn weather - right now it's bright and sunny and niiiice and everybody complains that OMG, 25C, it's too hot.
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Date: 2011-09-30 11:34 am (UTC)I'm not sure...
Alternatively teach the herd the Airs and let them work the magic ^^
Also, more prosaically, I wish you best of health!
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Date: 2011-09-30 12:56 pm (UTC)It's strongly positive. Kind of amazing really, considering the awfulness in the world.
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Date: 2011-09-30 01:15 pm (UTC)Which is why I will make a "Binghamton: Winter is Coming" tshirt if it kills me this year. ;)
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Date: 2011-10-02 08:58 pm (UTC)Meanwhile, have a wonderful time in New England!