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which_chickSunday, sunday.
Breakfast at La's, juevos rancheros. I was a bit late for breakfast, which started at 8, but at 8:30, there was still coffee and egg-filled tortillas. It was good. La liked the caramels. (They like pretty much everything I take over. If they don't like things, they feed them to the chickens and probably never tell me about it. Whatever, it's all good.) It was cold, but it had stopped snowing by the time breakfast ended, so we went out to play horse.
I took Goof and La took Broadway and we went up over the hill, down into the hollow, and then up around the buckwheat field and home. While we were out, the wind picked up considerable. It amazes me how people (not us) get all freaky about riding their horses when it's windy. "Oh, I could never ride Muffin when the wind was up. He'd lose his mind." Buh? Muffin lives in a fucking field. He is an outdoor animal, albeit one totally neutered by having the wimpy-ass and unimaginative name of Muffin. I bet a gazillion dollars that Muffin spends rather a lot of every winter standing butt to the wind with his nose deep in a round bale, never showing the white of one eyeball. He isn't scared of the wind. If Muffin acts like an asshat when you ride him in the wind, it's because you let him pull that shit.
Anyway. We rode along. This was Broadway's first ride of not being led by someone else. She did a fine job in the snow and the high wind, walked and jogged along behind Nicknick like she knew the drill. We (the riders) got rather cold, but the horses did fine.
Following that, I went in to the grocery to get currants (for currant cookies) and La dropped her car off to get some work done on it. Then we went home, she to her house and me to mine. At my house, I rolled and baked the moravian spice cookies. Those are done. Go me. Right now, I'm listening to the wind outside as the temperature drops from the mid-thirties (which it was this afternoon) to the ten or so it's supposed to be tonight. I need to run a load or two of wash (I hate doing laundry, fucking Sisyphean job that it is) and I need to bake the currant cookies (I don't like or eat them -- they're for other people) but my motivation for these things is nonexistant.
With any luck, I will not have to deal with other people's frozen pipes tomorrow morning.
Breakfast at La's, juevos rancheros. I was a bit late for breakfast, which started at 8, but at 8:30, there was still coffee and egg-filled tortillas. It was good. La liked the caramels. (They like pretty much everything I take over. If they don't like things, they feed them to the chickens and probably never tell me about it. Whatever, it's all good.) It was cold, but it had stopped snowing by the time breakfast ended, so we went out to play horse.
I took Goof and La took Broadway and we went up over the hill, down into the hollow, and then up around the buckwheat field and home. While we were out, the wind picked up considerable. It amazes me how people (not us) get all freaky about riding their horses when it's windy. "Oh, I could never ride Muffin when the wind was up. He'd lose his mind." Buh? Muffin lives in a fucking field. He is an outdoor animal, albeit one totally neutered by having the wimpy-ass and unimaginative name of Muffin. I bet a gazillion dollars that Muffin spends rather a lot of every winter standing butt to the wind with his nose deep in a round bale, never showing the white of one eyeball. He isn't scared of the wind. If Muffin acts like an asshat when you ride him in the wind, it's because you let him pull that shit.
Anyway. We rode along. This was Broadway's first ride of not being led by someone else. She did a fine job in the snow and the high wind, walked and jogged along behind Nicknick like she knew the drill. We (the riders) got rather cold, but the horses did fine.
Following that, I went in to the grocery to get currants (for currant cookies) and La dropped her car off to get some work done on it. Then we went home, she to her house and me to mine. At my house, I rolled and baked the moravian spice cookies. Those are done. Go me. Right now, I'm listening to the wind outside as the temperature drops from the mid-thirties (which it was this afternoon) to the ten or so it's supposed to be tonight. I need to run a load or two of wash (I hate doing laundry, fucking Sisyphean job that it is) and I need to bake the currant cookies (I don't like or eat them -- they're for other people) but my motivation for these things is nonexistant.
With any luck, I will not have to deal with other people's frozen pipes tomorrow morning.
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Date: 2008-12-22 02:37 pm (UTC)I accidentally have raisins, which I never buy. Once I use them up we'll go back to currants, which is all I ever use normally.