I was driving to Sonoma yesterday to be the trabajando du jour for HSM when I spotted a telephone pole just lying on the side of the road at a "it just fell there angle". And I just thought to myself that nothing good could have come from the circumstance of a telephone pole just laying there because it probably had to have fallen off something and since it was still there, either whoever was driving the something didn't notice the pole had come loose and dropped to the ground on a busy road, or didn't care. In any case eventually someone had to come along behind this situation and therein lies the problem. So there it was when I drove in in the morning and still there when I drove by on my way home. There's a story in there somewhere. Just like the car with the gigantic, pumpkin sized hole in the windshield. It had all the requisite spidering that comes with splintered auto glassn and was parked or stopped suddenly on the side of the road on the way to the Two Rock Event Center in Petaluma. One time I drove by and there were many cops examining the car, like WTF, and I had to put my phone down until I passed., but the car stayed there, as a matter of fact it was still there when I made my escape from Petaluma on Monday last.
I lived through the house sitting of two weeks unscathed. I was neither bitten nor kicked. Nothing died or ran away which is considered something of a victory to me. That's not technically true. A mouse met its end in a trap which completely grossed me out. I had a day or two of angst debating whether or not to ignore it and its deadness or man up and remove it from the trap and dispose of it. In the end, I picked it up trap and all with the manure fork and threw it in the dumpster avec trap. Another day whilst dutifully examining drinking water levels in the containers, I noticed the shadowy outline of something dead on the bottom of one. That grossed me out too. I had to dump the water barrel and fork the dead thing up and toss it in the field. I couldn't make it to the dumpster because I was gagging. Oh, it was a rat. I amaze myself. And you should be amazed as well.
Dateline A Week Later:
I have survived a weekend of grooming at an event. It has been a very long time since anyone trusted me with their horses while they are there to see me do my uh magic. I even braided! And remembered why, back in the day, I considered it a very good investment to have someone braid for you. Nonetheless, the mane stayed tied up in knots in spite of the slippery thread used to bind the hairs together. Good equipment is vital to a professional outcome. The horses did look pretty good as they went off to do their various jobs of the moment. There was that rather unnecessary episode of one of the horses taking exception to yours truly and punishing me by tearing the lunge line out of my delicate paws and ripping around with the line flying behind her... twice. My beloveds comment was less than sympathetic. He marveled that I wasn't fined or scolded by the judiciary committee of the horse show and subsequently had some sort of sanction foisted on me. I believe we call this wishful thinking.