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which_chickToday started at 4:30 AM, which is a bit early even for a country girl like me. (The sort of snickery sounds you hear in the background are from people who actually know me in real life and have spotted me before noon.) It was still dark outside but I didn't need light to know that it was raining like a cow pissing on a flat rock.
I got in my car and drove over to La's to catch the horses and put them on the horse trailer so that we could go on this ride. On my way to La's (which is about six miles as the Cavalier flies -- smartass in the audience says You have a FLYING CAR?. Of course I have a flying car. We're living in the future. Flying cars are actually pretty Old Skool these days.), the rain let up a bit and went from cow pissing on a flat rock to annoying drizzle.
To improve my odds of catching both Mezcal and Nick, neither of whom has what the cutesy QH people call an "in your pocket" disposition, I had thrown them (plus Ghost, who was for Cass) in the pensioner's field the night before. It's smaller and contains fewer horses. I figured that this would make my life easier at oh-dark-hundred. Because I am not a stupid girl, I had also packed my maglite (good for making light to see with and also useful for clubbing muggers if there happen to be any lurking in a dark, wet field at 5:00 AM. In the rain.) with working batteries. This helped quite a bit in the business of identifying dark-colored horses in a dark field in the rain. In the pensioner's field, there was Ghost. There were the pensioners. There were the colts of this year. There was no Mezcal and there was no Nick. I walked the perimeter. In the dark. In the rain. There were no horses like the horses I needed. The fence was disturbingly intact but there were no horses tangled in it, either.
So, I went into the big field where Nick and Mezcal normally live. It's big. There are a lot of horses that could be Nick or Mezcal living in the field. (A short list of horses that one can confuse with either Nick or Mezcal: Whisper, Thyme, Ginger, Kova, Wren, Copey, Martini. All are about the right size and, in the dark, approximately the right color.) I caught Mezcal. I tied her to the horse trailer. I caught Nick. While I was in the process of catching Nick (Shine flashlight to confirm identity. Horse boogers out of the flashlight beam apparently because IT BURNS, IT BURNS!! I have a vampyre horse, I guess. Turn off flashlight, chase horse. Horse escapes. Shine flashlight to reconfirm identity. Later, rinse, repeat.), La approached the fence and asked what the hell was I doing because the horses were in the pensioner's field. I allowed as how I was catching Nick. She was like "Are you sure that's her?" *sigh* "I'm standing three feet from her. Yes, I'm sure." Neither horse had any wire cuts or blood or bumps or bruises. Apparently they teleported from the pensioner's field back into the big field.
Loaded horses, pulled out of driveway at 5:38 AM. Still dark, still raining. Drove to Rothrock State Forest, located Penn-Roosevelt State Park thing with only a few minor bobbles, unloaded horses, tacked up, went on ride. That went swimmingly. There were some cars and the IRH got good practice at being a nice horse with cars. It had stopped raining entirely by the time we got to Huntington (on the way to Rothrock) and it DID NOT RAIN AT ALL the entire time we were on the ride. The sun came out towards the end, even.
Ate ham potpie and some ham-greenbeans-potatoes after the ride. Yummy! (The horse people are not jewish.) Tina mentioned that they might like to do another clinic at my house come springtime. I think that would be fun, so I gave her a tenative go-ahead on that. We're thinking April. (April is about fifty degrees with steel-grey rain that comes down in sheets. It's great weather for riding. It's also before the inexorable 4-H summer schedule gets underway and crushes everything in its path, which is why the April.) Also, Tasha shared that the October fun show at the fairgrounds will be Oct. 21. We've made a note.
Drove home. It takes about three hours to get to Rothrock whatsis from where the horses are. This is good to know. We may well be going again next year, possibly even for real. (Yes, it went that well.)
When I got home, there were THREE packages waiting for me! Dad drug 'em home from the office and put them on my coffee table so that I could have them during the weekend. Yay!! (I *heart* packages even though I know what is in them because I freaking ordered the stuff online a scant three or four days prior to its arrival. Something about mail-order shopping makes me unreasonably happy.) Package #1, which was squishy and in one of those fiber-reinforced fabric mailers, held sock yarn for the upcoming Socks of Insanity. I went with the hooves of hot iron color scheme even though I do not have any actual hooves on the ends of my legs. The yarns look utterly sexy together and they have a great hand. :) We made a good choice. There was also a free catalog of patterns that I might like to buy some of. I haven't looked at that all the way yet, though.
Package #2 was from amazon. It contained a book in English and Latvian which is about mittens. If there are persons in the studio audience for whom Latvian mitten motifs (or Latvian or the social role that Latvian mittens played in traditional society of this baltic republic) might hold some interest, the book will be available for inter-library loan when I'm done with the Socks of Insanity. Make a note. It has color plates...
Package #3 was a clearly recycled box, taped together with packing tape, and it held my used (but like-new) dvds of Six Feet Under, first season. This is knitting television. Used DVDs of television show seasons are pretty darned cheap and I like to have something to listen to while I'm knitting. Think of it as modern radio drama...
So. It was a good day all around, though it started at 4:30 AM and is ending at around 10:00 PM. I'm going to bed.
I got in my car and drove over to La's to catch the horses and put them on the horse trailer so that we could go on this ride. On my way to La's (which is about six miles as the Cavalier flies -- smartass in the audience says You have a FLYING CAR?. Of course I have a flying car. We're living in the future. Flying cars are actually pretty Old Skool these days.), the rain let up a bit and went from cow pissing on a flat rock to annoying drizzle.
To improve my odds of catching both Mezcal and Nick, neither of whom has what the cutesy QH people call an "in your pocket" disposition, I had thrown them (plus Ghost, who was for Cass) in the pensioner's field the night before. It's smaller and contains fewer horses. I figured that this would make my life easier at oh-dark-hundred. Because I am not a stupid girl, I had also packed my maglite (good for making light to see with and also useful for clubbing muggers if there happen to be any lurking in a dark, wet field at 5:00 AM. In the rain.) with working batteries. This helped quite a bit in the business of identifying dark-colored horses in a dark field in the rain. In the pensioner's field, there was Ghost. There were the pensioners. There were the colts of this year. There was no Mezcal and there was no Nick. I walked the perimeter. In the dark. In the rain. There were no horses like the horses I needed. The fence was disturbingly intact but there were no horses tangled in it, either.
So, I went into the big field where Nick and Mezcal normally live. It's big. There are a lot of horses that could be Nick or Mezcal living in the field. (A short list of horses that one can confuse with either Nick or Mezcal: Whisper, Thyme, Ginger, Kova, Wren, Copey, Martini. All are about the right size and, in the dark, approximately the right color.) I caught Mezcal. I tied her to the horse trailer. I caught Nick. While I was in the process of catching Nick (Shine flashlight to confirm identity. Horse boogers out of the flashlight beam apparently because IT BURNS, IT BURNS!! I have a vampyre horse, I guess. Turn off flashlight, chase horse. Horse escapes. Shine flashlight to reconfirm identity. Later, rinse, repeat.), La approached the fence and asked what the hell was I doing because the horses were in the pensioner's field. I allowed as how I was catching Nick. She was like "Are you sure that's her?" *sigh* "I'm standing three feet from her. Yes, I'm sure." Neither horse had any wire cuts or blood or bumps or bruises. Apparently they teleported from the pensioner's field back into the big field.
Loaded horses, pulled out of driveway at 5:38 AM. Still dark, still raining. Drove to Rothrock State Forest, located Penn-Roosevelt State Park thing with only a few minor bobbles, unloaded horses, tacked up, went on ride. That went swimmingly. There were some cars and the IRH got good practice at being a nice horse with cars. It had stopped raining entirely by the time we got to Huntington (on the way to Rothrock) and it DID NOT RAIN AT ALL the entire time we were on the ride. The sun came out towards the end, even.
Ate ham potpie and some ham-greenbeans-potatoes after the ride. Yummy! (The horse people are not jewish.) Tina mentioned that they might like to do another clinic at my house come springtime. I think that would be fun, so I gave her a tenative go-ahead on that. We're thinking April. (April is about fifty degrees with steel-grey rain that comes down in sheets. It's great weather for riding. It's also before the inexorable 4-H summer schedule gets underway and crushes everything in its path, which is why the April.) Also, Tasha shared that the October fun show at the fairgrounds will be Oct. 21. We've made a note.
Drove home. It takes about three hours to get to Rothrock whatsis from where the horses are. This is good to know. We may well be going again next year, possibly even for real. (Yes, it went that well.)
When I got home, there were THREE packages waiting for me! Dad drug 'em home from the office and put them on my coffee table so that I could have them during the weekend. Yay!! (I *heart* packages even though I know what is in them because I freaking ordered the stuff online a scant three or four days prior to its arrival. Something about mail-order shopping makes me unreasonably happy.) Package #1, which was squishy and in one of those fiber-reinforced fabric mailers, held sock yarn for the upcoming Socks of Insanity. I went with the hooves of hot iron color scheme even though I do not have any actual hooves on the ends of my legs. The yarns look utterly sexy together and they have a great hand. :) We made a good choice. There was also a free catalog of patterns that I might like to buy some of. I haven't looked at that all the way yet, though.
Package #2 was from amazon. It contained a book in English and Latvian which is about mittens. If there are persons in the studio audience for whom Latvian mitten motifs (or Latvian or the social role that Latvian mittens played in traditional society of this baltic republic) might hold some interest, the book will be available for inter-library loan when I'm done with the Socks of Insanity. Make a note. It has color plates...
Package #3 was a clearly recycled box, taped together with packing tape, and it held my used (but like-new) dvds of Six Feet Under, first season. This is knitting television. Used DVDs of television show seasons are pretty darned cheap and I like to have something to listen to while I'm knitting. Think of it as modern radio drama...
So. It was a good day all around, though it started at 4:30 AM and is ending at around 10:00 PM. I'm going to bed.
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Date: 2006-09-24 02:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-24 11:17 am (UTC)I did not buy the mitten book so that I could make mittens though I am not ruling out that possiblity. I bought the mitten book for the charted patterns of sexy colorwork.
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Date: 2006-09-26 03:46 pm (UTC)I'm guessing it has something to do with climate.
Color plates? Sure, I'd at least enjoy leafing through it the next time I see you.
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Date: 2006-09-24 04:04 am (UTC)4:30am? that was before my day ended...