I've managed to scare people away. Am I really? Gosh, why the heck do I type here? I will go back to my corner and hope for the best. I wish my fingers would be quiet sometimes. I knew it, I knew it. Never let them see ya sweat. Stay within bounds. Don't say anything. Don't. Keep life flip, keep it light. Life is tough enough out there. Everyone has problems. Deal with it. Square those shoulders, jut that chin. Sit that trot! Drop ye'er stirrups, Lass!
I had a long chat with a dear customer/friend Friday. She's planning on leaving her husband. I was able to bitch to her a bit, but it didn't help much. What, do I attract this shite? Maybe I do. I feel like I'm dug in, like a badger, or maybe a mole:) I've always felt a little "jinxed", for lack of a better word. Tried to hurl my jinx at SarcastaB, don't know if it worked:) I don't want bad things happening to good people, just bad people. I should have been a lawyer/judge.
My Autistic Side of Life was directly influenced by My Affluenza. Or was it the other way 'round? That I'm a nutbar, is nothing new. I may get back to that. Temple Grandin helped me understand myself a bit better. I was a tape-recorder, too. Trying to re-wind/erase isn't always easy.
Stayed home and worked today. On Friday, I had to leave early, as the auto fumes from our neighbour's almost made me faint. How do people ever get used to that?
I want to delete everything, and start over. My fingers whine at the thought though.
Horse Tales - At F/W barn, there were some really nice Arabians, that ""t"" had won lots of ribbons with. Gorgeous, tall animals, unusual. I still remember all of their names. Hai Mirath, gelding that would do anything for you, 16.0 hands of chestnut love. Siraya, chestnut mare, dam of Gaydonna and Nadir Azim, the kicking/biting beautiful homicidal foal. None of them had particularly smooth gaits, Gaydonna being the choppiest. Hai Mirath could jump, but like a deer, with no height. Baska, half Arab, incredible jumper. Gentleman Jim, a tall bay runaway. Whippoorwill, another tall, big bodied bay, whose girth snapped at the apex of a 4' jump, I rode the saddle all the way to the ground. Learned to check my tack, after that:)
I'm sorry if I'm scary. I've never gotten used to my effect on people. That it can happen when I type as well, scares the crap out of me, too.
I was born close to Hallowe'en:) Ha! Maybe THAT's why:)
Better get back to work, I've almost finished my current re-pricing project.
Just thought I should apologize...
For what, I don't know.
4 comments:
Easy Sunshine, you can't scare me that easy! I just got burried under a shitload of paperwork then came home to a "winterfreakinwonderland" another 6-8 inches of snow to slog through and a few extra chores that the darling spouse dreamed up. Don't you delete a thing ! this is your blog ,for you to write what you want. Trust yourself and trust us ,we still love ya!
Ya, my sensibilities weren't to offended either. I always read, but I seldom comment. However, I also have some of those scary memories. Fortunately, there wasn't any pedifelia that I was aware of however the adulterous affair in the tack room and the needles for every horse at every show were a formidible challenge. I remember there was this old palomino paint that had a ton of western pleasure points but was ring sour. He was shot up before he packed the kids around. One day, I was at his head while the barn owner handled the needle. I went to bring him out of the stall, and he nearly collapsed pinning me against the portable stall wall. Another old gelding foundered in the middle of the hottest summer on record. He was a saddlebred who wore heavy shoes and pads. When he insisted on laying down all day, I knew something was wrong. However, it was like pulling teeth to get a vet out and I am pretty sure he wasn't the same afterward. I nursed a 30-year-old morgan through his last winter on huge amounts of soaked alfalfa cubes, because no one else cared that he was losing condition and spitting out wads of hay. This horse played like a fire-breathing dragon when I'd jump on bareback. He loved children, but he was always overlooked and coliced several times until it grew tiresome and expensive. RIP Hawk
Still here, still smiling when I read your posts. How can one not? Your honesty is so refreshing, and your writing puts the smile on my face!
Off to the big city for Pony Number Three. Will hopefully get around to blogging about it with some pictures tomorrow.
Ditto what Fern said, Trust yourself and trust us, we still love ya! (Even if I just lurk once in awhile)
Thanks, y'all.
That I "intimidated" kestrel, just threw me for a loop. I think k was joking, but I'm totally literal, eh?
I guess I'm justa comment junkie.
I'm not a wanna-be Fugs!
Lurkers, say SOMEthing:)
Anything??
We're about to go into deep freeze here in Ontario. Brrrrrrrr, in advance.
Writers are basically solitary people, at least I sure am.
Helps to know I'm not typing into a vacuum, you know?
I know, I know....
Thanks, my friends.
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