I went to Carmel Valley on Saturday to a TROTT benefit. TROTT is an acronym (big word) for Training Racehorses off the Track. So I mingled with fellow horse enthusiasts for an afternoon of music, laughs, wine and noshing. TROTT, a worthy non-profit if you are looking for a place to put your extra money. (http://www.trottusa.org/) Chekkit out.
I have agreed to go on a road trip with my youngest daughter, her delightful husband, he of the yurt for mama fame, and their three offspring, my adorable grand children, they of the money grubbing and tadpole massacring fame. We are going to end up
The middle daughter, Chang, made the sabbatical to Loving, New Mexico (I hope you have Google Earthed Loving, New Mexico) last weekend. She amused herself by re-organizing all the eldest daughters stuff. Which is ok, but when she tried to organize the brother-in-laws spices and other stuff the sh** hit the fan I hear. I am giggling. Because I'm vengeful. Everyone knows that you n.e.v.e.r. tell your victims you are re-sorting their stuff, it takes the fun out of that phone call in the early morning hours with the expletive deletives with the specific query as to the location of their stuff. hehe. I threw away most of Alison's clothes during my sojurn to New Mexico. Admittedly, they'd only just made it to the garbage bag in the hall stage. But they were off the hangers and out of the closet. I'll tell you what I told her..."some things are just not meant to last more than a season. So just accept that and get rid of all the stuff "you had to have" because they are impulse items, and are a result of lazy shopping." When you save your impulse items it becomes junk, then someone like me, has to come along and give you the hairy eyeball and repeatedly ask you what you were thinking when you bought this or that. And you will feel inadequate and I, or someone like me, will be fierce and ruthless with your uh collections. Buy Couture. (def: created or produced by a fashion designer: couture clothes)
The dawgs have sufficiently annoyed me with their scolding of the the neighbors that I have started looking for a new pad for us to live in. I am so desperate that I v.briefly entertained the idea of a one bedroom guest cottage on some acreage. Close, but no cigar. Here are the current requirements. Pet "friendly", whatever that means. (I kind of hope it means that no one will shoot the babies, not that that is a deal breaker) No white carpet, or indeed carpet of any kind. Acreage, horse facilities big plus. TWO bathrooms for obvious reasons. Lots of closet space. Gas range (I pretend to be Top Chef on occasion.) The dwelling itself must be in good repair and barring that at least cute. I'd also like it to be free, ideally, but of reasonable monthly compensation if necessary.