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Jan. 11th, 2008 06:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickI'm not dead, have just had a really busy week.
This week I went to Evil Perio Guy appointment. He said nice things, teeth not imminently in danger of falling out.
This week I also went to pony lady, who asked if I had heard of "those poor people outside of Everett, raising a zillion arabians, they just let them stand in the fields, haven't got a pot to piss in themselves". I did my very best not-an-answer. (It's always possible she means *other* people, but in this particular case, not very likely.) Hopefully she won't ask again. I hate having to lie to people.
I mean, honestly, when the question is "Do you know those poor people, haven't got a pot to piss in, raising a zillion Arabs outside of Everett..." then I can't very well give an answer like, "Well, yeah. Those are the people who, twenty-six years ago, gave me a damn fine pony (smarter than I was, would not let me kill myself) to ride and hauled me to shows and let me go in classes and saw to it that I had food and drink while I was there. Those are the people to whom I owe a significant percentage of my happy-kid-memories and the people with whom I still associate socially and, as it happens, the people whose weedy, narrow, long-backed, crooked-legged, fretful and unkind little bay mare carried my fat arse to the state 4-H CTR win this past August. So, yeah, I know 'em."
I don't want to pick fights with the pony lady. I want to learn better equitation. I do feel like I'm progressing and learning things from the pony lady, else I would not be spending thirty bucks a week on the project. It's just these other things that she lays down -- I Do Not Want Them. *sigh* Just because the pony lady lays cranberry sauce and sweet potatoes on the table beside the turkey doesn't mean I have to eat any of that if I don't want. I'm only paying for the turkey and that's all I want to eat. She can lay down whatever she wants, makes no nevermind to me.
This week I went to Evil Perio Guy appointment. He said nice things, teeth not imminently in danger of falling out.
This week I also went to pony lady, who asked if I had heard of "those poor people outside of Everett, raising a zillion arabians, they just let them stand in the fields, haven't got a pot to piss in themselves". I did my very best not-an-answer. (It's always possible she means *other* people, but in this particular case, not very likely.) Hopefully she won't ask again. I hate having to lie to people.
I mean, honestly, when the question is "Do you know those poor people, haven't got a pot to piss in, raising a zillion Arabs outside of Everett..." then I can't very well give an answer like, "Well, yeah. Those are the people who, twenty-six years ago, gave me a damn fine pony (smarter than I was, would not let me kill myself) to ride and hauled me to shows and let me go in classes and saw to it that I had food and drink while I was there. Those are the people to whom I owe a significant percentage of my happy-kid-memories and the people with whom I still associate socially and, as it happens, the people whose weedy, narrow, long-backed, crooked-legged, fretful and unkind little bay mare carried my fat arse to the state 4-H CTR win this past August. So, yeah, I know 'em."
I don't want to pick fights with the pony lady. I want to learn better equitation. I do feel like I'm progressing and learning things from the pony lady, else I would not be spending thirty bucks a week on the project. It's just these other things that she lays down -- I Do Not Want Them. *sigh* Just because the pony lady lays cranberry sauce and sweet potatoes on the table beside the turkey doesn't mean I have to eat any of that if I don't want. I'm only paying for the turkey and that's all I want to eat. She can lay down whatever she wants, makes no nevermind to me.
