Sadly, the hacking incident was the high point of my week. I should get out more often, but it all seems rather futile. For instance, Sunday I never even got dressed and utilized my time by trying out a new Macaroni-n-Cheese recipe and watching "My Fair Lady" for the umpteenth thousandth time. Once again the Ascot scene was the high point. What a frenzied moment that was...
We survived another Ram Tap a couple weekends ago. Barely. It was the first trip to Fresno for the little adopted squirrel dog. She was impressed. She also picked a fight with Emma over who got to be next to the people in the bed. A lot of scrapping later, Steve suffered damage to his digits whilst separating the
The dawgs have not scrapped in a couple days now, nay Emma and the squirrel have been caught engaging in what some might call playful banter, batting at each other and jumping about. I steadfastly force myself to believe the warring is over, but judging from the look on Emma's face, she's just biding her time for an opportunity to send Lili packing to the giant tamale stand in the sky. (Lili is a chi hua hua afterall) I believe a Lab is in my future. I mean I hope a Lab is in my future.
We took ourselves off to the northlands to watch the grandbabies play soccer. I would have to say that perhaps little Mila has decided that it is a far better use of her time to stare at pictures of herself on the "other" (read "good") granny's iPhone. So Megan screached at her daughter "get out and play and take no prisoners" and like that, and I'm all "so, you're that mother" and all her cronies were like, "yeah, Meg, so you're that mother." And Megan was all "shutup mom" and Mila ran for cover on the lap of the good grandmother. The "good" grandfather was not in attendance as he was busy playing kick the soccer ball with Jack who was all "old guys ...give it up man" and Ken was all sweaty and red faced (he is older than me afterall) Sitting in his newly acquired extra large folding chair that was purchased only that very morning on a very special trip to WalMart, was my beloved who was engrossed in a riveting game of Free Cell on his iPhone. And where was the father of the grandurchins? why sitting in his little chair wondering why all of his inlaws had come up to disturb his weekend and would they be staying afterwards or would they (please, please, pretty please) be going straight home? Ah, family togetherness. I just can't wait for the holidays. Oh wait, yes, yes I can.
Speaking of the holidays. My ex-brother in law invited all my children to come to his house for Thanksgiving. This invitation did not include yours truly and my spouse. As is my wont, I was very sulky and pouty for a few minutes. And I might mention that the aforementioned children rejoindered with a rousing chorus of " where were you when we were children on Thanksgiving? Oh, right, you were at Ram Tap at a horse show." Little beasts. Because I feel like cooking, I would like to have just have a little dinner party at home. I have invited the royalty of Petaluma, they have not agreed to come yet. We'll see what happens. I suspect we will have turkey loaf and instant mash in the solitude and of our little casa, just the two of us. Happily what this really means is a great deal leftover $$ for me since I won't be celebrating Christmas giftage with the ingrates. Ho Ho Ho time for receiving.
This is Precious at Ram Tap circa 1990'sToday we leave for the last and final Ram Tap Horse Trials. I have been going to Fresno several times a year for the past thirty some odd years for this event. My spouse, who had a privelaged and sumptuouis upbringing, evented here as a tyke and can remember when you got brownie points on cross country for going really fast. Still, the event was well established before Stevie was even born. So it ends on Sunday. Another eventing institution, good, bad or indifferent, gone gone gone.
On that up note,
Galaxy XC at Ram Tap circa 2006
Cheers,
