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Extensive horse posting, special for moderndayviking and his cohorts on the tourney field. Persons who are not interested in what I think constitute good ground manners on a horse or how to go about installing those ground manners are advised to skip this post. It's going to be horsey and technical. (Posting was also going to include Phantom's Adventure With a Bridle but I got tired before I got that far.)

( Yeah, I totally want to read about the theory and practice of equine ground manners. Lots. Hit me. )

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After I posted last night, I went to bed because I was absolutely beat. About half an hour later, my brother Joe came to the door (around midnight-thirty) needing a flashlight and someone to hold it so that he could bury Cricket, his dog, in the orchard. She'd been hit by a car earlier that evening.

That was kind of depressing.

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Twenty-three questions about me, meme from cassandramorgan.

( It's kind of long, so you know the drill... )

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So I'm at the grocery today, buying food and proper milk. One of the things I bought was a small bag (1/2 peck) of locally grown peaches. They smelled like peaches. They yielded gently when I touched them. They were soft and inviting. I mentioned to the checkout lady that I had not planned on getting peaches but these had persuaded me with their ripeness that what I really wanted was a half peck of peaches. And the checkout lady said to me, "I like the ones from the can better."

How can this be? Do other people like canned peaches better than fresh? Is my checkout lady speaking some language in which "I'm sorry, I don't speak your language" comes out sounding like "I like the ones from the can better."?!?

Color me not-getting-it.

Dinner at Chez Moi was lightly wilted spinach with (real) lemon and (real) butter and sushi rice. And salt. Dessert was one of the aforementioned peaches. It was infinitely preferable to the ones from the can.