Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination - Oscar Wilde
Anyone with horses understands the above quote. The ponies, they suck you dry, and you invent ways to make a dollar stretch. Eventually, you come to the irrefutable truth that duct tape and bailing twine fix all. I think Oscar Wilde basically had it right with regards to his perspective on the human population. You have to look at it with a sense of detachment and amusement to be able to cope with it. Then again, the poor guy was sent to prison because of his nature and died shortly thereafter. Fortunately, in 21st century America, we no longer have debtor's prisons, and are therefore allowed much more imaginitive rein than Sister Wilde had.
Poor Oscar revelled in the Aesthetic and Decadent movements, which, ironically, are similar to the nature of the Horse World. Both these movements developed a "cult of beauty," which anyone who has even remotely interacted with horse people will realize is an ideal upon which the Horse World is based.
Why such cynicism this morning? It has been a hassle over the past 24 hours to get stuff accomplished for this show. There is much ado about going on Sunday; Trainer isn't sure he can make it, and our Earth is supposed to experience cold weather and severe storms Sunday. Because Trainer is unable to drive right now, I'm tasked with trailering us to and from the show. Now, some would call me an adventurous gal, but even the biggest thrill-seeker with a capital T would advise against pulling 5,000lb of weight, including livestock, in such tempestuous conditions. I imagine the Cult of Beauty would shudder in horror if we showed up haggard and worn as Moses must have after parting the Red Sea.
So, after pitching a fit last night about Trainer not going on Sunday, I cancelled this morning anyway because of the foul weather prediction. Good thing crazy is a prerequisite to join the Cult of Beauty. I just realized that today is Friday the 13th, which means I can blame my indecision on the Fates. Nice. Or tell the man he dreamed it all. Or take the Postmodernists excuse: My decisions are all of their time and place, and each moment has nothing to do with the previous moment. So there. That works, right?
Learning to drive the trailer wasn't the horrific experience I imagined it would be. I'd like to regale the reader with hilarious tales of misadventure, but in reality, nothing went awry. I did drive like Miss Daisy, driving Trainer to the brink of insanity. I think the world is lovely at 30mph, especially when your normal driving speed is 70mph. Especially when I can drive a man crazy.
Braiding Nic was an experience unto itself. I think we will shock the Cult of Beauty tomorrow. Let's just say that braiding is not my calling, and I shouldn't quit my day job.
Anyone with horses understands the above quote. The ponies, they suck you dry, and you invent ways to make a dollar stretch. Eventually, you come to the irrefutable truth that duct tape and bailing twine fix all. I think Oscar Wilde basically had it right with regards to his perspective on the human population. You have to look at it with a sense of detachment and amusement to be able to cope with it. Then again, the poor guy was sent to prison because of his nature and died shortly thereafter. Fortunately, in 21st century America, we no longer have debtor's prisons, and are therefore allowed much more imaginitive rein than Sister Wilde had.
Poor Oscar revelled in the Aesthetic and Decadent movements, which, ironically, are similar to the nature of the Horse World. Both these movements developed a "cult of beauty," which anyone who has even remotely interacted with horse people will realize is an ideal upon which the Horse World is based.
Why such cynicism this morning? It has been a hassle over the past 24 hours to get stuff accomplished for this show. There is much ado about going on Sunday; Trainer isn't sure he can make it, and our Earth is supposed to experience cold weather and severe storms Sunday. Because Trainer is unable to drive right now, I'm tasked with trailering us to and from the show. Now, some would call me an adventurous gal, but even the biggest thrill-seeker with a capital T would advise against pulling 5,000lb of weight, including livestock, in such tempestuous conditions. I imagine the Cult of Beauty would shudder in horror if we showed up haggard and worn as Moses must have after parting the Red Sea.
So, after pitching a fit last night about Trainer not going on Sunday, I cancelled this morning anyway because of the foul weather prediction. Good thing crazy is a prerequisite to join the Cult of Beauty. I just realized that today is Friday the 13th, which means I can blame my indecision on the Fates. Nice. Or tell the man he dreamed it all. Or take the Postmodernists excuse: My decisions are all of their time and place, and each moment has nothing to do with the previous moment. So there. That works, right?
Learning to drive the trailer wasn't the horrific experience I imagined it would be. I'd like to regale the reader with hilarious tales of misadventure, but in reality, nothing went awry. I did drive like Miss Daisy, driving Trainer to the brink of insanity. I think the world is lovely at 30mph, especially when your normal driving speed is 70mph. Especially when I can drive a man crazy.
Braiding Nic was an experience unto itself. I think we will shock the Cult of Beauty tomorrow. Let's just say that braiding is not my calling, and I shouldn't quit my day job.
