THE RETURN OF THE DARLING MAN and
NOT-SO STUPID FINS!
So, Darling Man returns to us safe and mostly-sound from this sojourn at Our Nation's Capital. Two weeks bereft of the love and support of Yours Truly, and what token of the high esteem in which we are held does he bring?
Chocolates?
FLowers?
Yours Truly's favorite DC Treat, freez-dried Astronaut Ice-Cream?
Nay.
A box of Maryland Crab Soup Mix.
(le sigh).
Darling Man is NOT possessed of a single romantic gene in his body. He is currently very, very lucky that he is Good With Children and kills Bugs with great efficiency. just sayin'.
But, but but but...there is LIGHT in this Tunnel of Unromantic Gestured Doom, yes there is!!!
Our Darling Fins, the Only Team That Matters, finally WON a game!!! YES!!!!! We are 1-2 for the season, can the Big Bowl be far behind....
Granted, it was One Ugly Win, but we will take it, love it and run with it.
As for Darling Man, well....one day We are convinced he will learn that Loves of One's Life must also be occasionally convinced that they Inspire Romance. or he can eat the actual BOX wherein the soup mix was contained.
Much hugs,
Alysoun
Monday, September 25, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
STUPID FINS!!!!
It is to weep...Our dear, dear Dolphins, adrift for yet ANOTHER YEAR (32 and COUNTING)...Do we blame Nick Saban? Daunte Culpepper? The failure of the No-Name Defense to have cloned themselves for future use?
Nay, Dear Readers, we blame the World Football League.....The Fins, coming off back-to-back Super Bowl victories in 1973, including that magical undefeated season of 1972, were in a position to establish a dynasty of Championship years.
And then...the Canadians exacted their revenge for Yorktown and wooed Larry Csonka, a veritable Championship MACHINE..who offered to stay with the Fins if the Robbie family could come up with $2 million extra dollars. The Robbies refused to pay and alas, All Was Lost.
Canada can kiss Our....anyway. Not even the ignomious defeat of the Bucs can ease this broken, marine mammalian heart of Ours. One day, ONE DAY, Yours Truly will again be bedecked in Orange and Aqua as the Team takes the Super Bowl field...
OF course we will be so OLD that we won't know WHY....and will think we are going to SEAWORLD, but still...
Oh, and Note to the Late Joe Robbie: Sir, the FANS would have raised those $2 million....
Hugs and grumbles,
Alysoun
It is to weep...Our dear, dear Dolphins, adrift for yet ANOTHER YEAR (32 and COUNTING)...Do we blame Nick Saban? Daunte Culpepper? The failure of the No-Name Defense to have cloned themselves for future use?
Nay, Dear Readers, we blame the World Football League.....The Fins, coming off back-to-back Super Bowl victories in 1973, including that magical undefeated season of 1972, were in a position to establish a dynasty of Championship years.
And then...the Canadians exacted their revenge for Yorktown and wooed Larry Csonka, a veritable Championship MACHINE..who offered to stay with the Fins if the Robbie family could come up with $2 million extra dollars. The Robbies refused to pay and alas, All Was Lost.
Canada can kiss Our....anyway. Not even the ignomious defeat of the Bucs can ease this broken, marine mammalian heart of Ours. One day, ONE DAY, Yours Truly will again be bedecked in Orange and Aqua as the Team takes the Super Bowl field...
OF course we will be so OLD that we won't know WHY....and will think we are going to SEAWORLD, but still...
Oh, and Note to the Late Joe Robbie: Sir, the FANS would have raised those $2 million....
Hugs and grumbles,
Alysoun
Thursday, September 14, 2006
People ARE Wonderful...I Have Proof
So, as you know, Precious Amanda was out sick with a bad catalytic converter and Yours Truly had to rent a behemoth tank until the A was better.
Well, we drove the A to the muffler man (Dave) and delivered the Girl to him at 8:10am. Received phone call from Dave at 10:10am advising me that the Amanda was all better and I could come get her.
I did so...Dave then informs me that he made a HORRIBLE error and that my car is actually still under warranty and I deserve to be reimbursed by the dealer. He gave me the names, the forms, the advice....AND Amanda goes VROOM VRROM Again...the angels rejoice, yea verily do they jam out.
Then, had Darling Girl follow me to the rental agency so Said Tank could be returned. They declined to charge me for gas. They also took 15% off the total bill due to the emergency nature of the repair to Amanda. I did NOT ask for any of this largesse...they offered.
SO, on the Happy List go Dave, Mufflerman, Jessica, Enterprise Rent-a-Car and my boss, as always, for not caring about the time away from Desk.
Much hugs,
Alysoun
So, as you know, Precious Amanda was out sick with a bad catalytic converter and Yours Truly had to rent a behemoth tank until the A was better.
Well, we drove the A to the muffler man (Dave) and delivered the Girl to him at 8:10am. Received phone call from Dave at 10:10am advising me that the Amanda was all better and I could come get her.
I did so...Dave then informs me that he made a HORRIBLE error and that my car is actually still under warranty and I deserve to be reimbursed by the dealer. He gave me the names, the forms, the advice....AND Amanda goes VROOM VRROM Again...the angels rejoice, yea verily do they jam out.
Then, had Darling Girl follow me to the rental agency so Said Tank could be returned. They declined to charge me for gas. They also took 15% off the total bill due to the emergency nature of the repair to Amanda. I did NOT ask for any of this largesse...they offered.
SO, on the Happy List go Dave, Mufflerman, Jessica, Enterprise Rent-a-Car and my boss, as always, for not caring about the time away from Desk.
Much hugs,
Alysoun
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Wednesdays Do Not Move Me
But, they do occasionally prove interesting. Darling Man is safe in DC, and our own Dear Amanda is safely at the mechanic's. Unfortunately, mechanic #1 cannot save her. So, at great risk to our own structural integrity, Yours Truly will be "driving" Amanda to another mechanic who CAN fix her. We use quotation marks around "drive" because it takes the Dear Thing 20 minutes to get to 30 mph.
It appears that the Dear Thing has clogged her catalytic converter (too many cheese fries in that high-test fuel) and needs a new one. The GOOD news is that it is not her transmission. This makes us quite glad, as Amanda the First died a premature death at 183,000 miles due to a dead transmission.
Now, one may ask oneself what fuel-efficient, normal-sized vehicle did Yours Truly reserve from the Rental Agency of Doom? A compact and/or midsized sedan.
What did that R.A.D. actually HAVE AVAILABLE for your 5'1" Writer?????
A Chevy Trailblazer.....Sherman Tank with AC. We need a step-ladder to enter it and are SO CLOSE to the steering wheel that we had to turn the nice air bag OFF.
Darling Boys are much amused - the oldest, of course, climbed right in. Literally. Thought out the most efficient route and handholds from the ground to the passenger seat and flounced on in. WHY this route involved stops on the maple tree and the roof of the car, We Shall Never Know.
Darling Younger Boy had to be (a) hoisted up by me and (2) dragged in by Darling Boy.
This is One Big Transport!
Further proof we live in Cartoon World? The radio was pre-set to the local indie rock station, which was playing "Evolution" when we turned it on....
Random Thoughts:
Bob Dylan is Evil. Darling Man left us his CD of "Blood on the Tracks," thereby making it impossible for us to listen to anything else, INCLUDING the Who's new EP.
"Tangled up in Blue" and "Meet me in the Morning" are two of the Best Songs Ever....and Mr. D does not even LIKE this record of his very much.
Mr. Arlo Guthrie recently accused Dylan of eating up all the GOOD songs out there and pleaded, "Come on Bob, throw the little ones back." Truer words, etc.
This being Wednesday, all Dear Readers are begged to purchase Blood on the Tracks and weep that such genius even still breathes. Then go buy Dylan's new CD and be glad for reasons same.
The Who EP (Wire & Glass) is only available as an import, but the new album ships 10/31/06. Buy it, if just to understand what the bejeezsus I will be blathering on about on 11/1/06.
Much hugs,
Alysoun
But, they do occasionally prove interesting. Darling Man is safe in DC, and our own Dear Amanda is safely at the mechanic's. Unfortunately, mechanic #1 cannot save her. So, at great risk to our own structural integrity, Yours Truly will be "driving" Amanda to another mechanic who CAN fix her. We use quotation marks around "drive" because it takes the Dear Thing 20 minutes to get to 30 mph.
It appears that the Dear Thing has clogged her catalytic converter (too many cheese fries in that high-test fuel) and needs a new one. The GOOD news is that it is not her transmission. This makes us quite glad, as Amanda the First died a premature death at 183,000 miles due to a dead transmission.
Now, one may ask oneself what fuel-efficient, normal-sized vehicle did Yours Truly reserve from the Rental Agency of Doom? A compact and/or midsized sedan.
What did that R.A.D. actually HAVE AVAILABLE for your 5'1" Writer?????
A Chevy Trailblazer.....Sherman Tank with AC. We need a step-ladder to enter it and are SO CLOSE to the steering wheel that we had to turn the nice air bag OFF.
Darling Boys are much amused - the oldest, of course, climbed right in. Literally. Thought out the most efficient route and handholds from the ground to the passenger seat and flounced on in. WHY this route involved stops on the maple tree and the roof of the car, We Shall Never Know.
Darling Younger Boy had to be (a) hoisted up by me and (2) dragged in by Darling Boy.
This is One Big Transport!
Further proof we live in Cartoon World? The radio was pre-set to the local indie rock station, which was playing "Evolution" when we turned it on....
Random Thoughts:
Bob Dylan is Evil. Darling Man left us his CD of "Blood on the Tracks," thereby making it impossible for us to listen to anything else, INCLUDING the Who's new EP.
"Tangled up in Blue" and "Meet me in the Morning" are two of the Best Songs Ever....and Mr. D does not even LIKE this record of his very much.
Mr. Arlo Guthrie recently accused Dylan of eating up all the GOOD songs out there and pleaded, "Come on Bob, throw the little ones back." Truer words, etc.
This being Wednesday, all Dear Readers are begged to purchase Blood on the Tracks and weep that such genius even still breathes. Then go buy Dylan's new CD and be glad for reasons same.
The Who EP (Wire & Glass) is only available as an import, but the new album ships 10/31/06. Buy it, if just to understand what the bejeezsus I will be blathering on about on 11/1/06.
Much hugs,
Alysoun
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Bird ABANDONED!!
'Tis true - Splendid Man is flying to Our Nation's Capital tomorrow for work -realted Gigging of the steel-building variety. Yours Truly will be bereft, nay desolate, for two weeks. No Spouse, both sons, and did we Mention that the Amanda-mobile may needa new transmission?
We are not loving this part of September so much. The Dolphins lost their season opener, which is not really NEWS, you understand, but disheartening nonetheless.
So, dearies, we shall be cranky, overtired and anxious about money and the NFL for a few weeks.
Strategy for dealing with this? Much Chick Flicks and Horror Flicks, vodja and best friends. Darling Girl will be visiting for a few days and she will at least contrive to keep us from falling over dead *too* soon.
A word about Darling Man travelling.....Dearest is a Midwestern boy of Ashkenazi descent. LOOKS like a member of the Taliban. Will be flying to Our Nation's Capital on 9/11/06. In the morning. WE are starting our virtual chain smoking NOW and will end it come a call that all is well and no FBI searches were necessary.
Pray for Amanda...Yours Truly loves her Malibu and wishes it to be well. Yours Truly and Darling Man are also NOT made of money and wish to NOT pay for a new transmission.
Other than that, all quiet on the Trimarian front.
Off to bed, love and kisses.
Hugs,
Alysoun
'Tis true - Splendid Man is flying to Our Nation's Capital tomorrow for work -realted Gigging of the steel-building variety. Yours Truly will be bereft, nay desolate, for two weeks. No Spouse, both sons, and did we Mention that the Amanda-mobile may needa new transmission?
We are not loving this part of September so much. The Dolphins lost their season opener, which is not really NEWS, you understand, but disheartening nonetheless.
So, dearies, we shall be cranky, overtired and anxious about money and the NFL for a few weeks.
Strategy for dealing with this? Much Chick Flicks and Horror Flicks, vodja and best friends. Darling Girl will be visiting for a few days and she will at least contrive to keep us from falling over dead *too* soon.
A word about Darling Man travelling.....Dearest is a Midwestern boy of Ashkenazi descent. LOOKS like a member of the Taliban. Will be flying to Our Nation's Capital on 9/11/06. In the morning. WE are starting our virtual chain smoking NOW and will end it come a call that all is well and no FBI searches were necessary.
Pray for Amanda...Yours Truly loves her Malibu and wishes it to be well. Yours Truly and Darling Man are also NOT made of money and wish to NOT pay for a new transmission.
Other than that, all quiet on the Trimarian front.
Off to bed, love and kisses.
Hugs,
Alysoun
Monday, September 04, 2006
With Friends Like These..
(Muttered Commentary from the Post-Coronation Sleep Zone)
So, dears.....First, having been proven right again about Tropical "storm" Ernesto, we return this delightfully funny, apparently read by more people than I originally thought (hi, Fabio - how you doin'?) blog to its lighthearted Mission in Life: Making With The Funny. RIGHT after some serious stuff about the loss of a dear friend.
First, it must be said that one does not normally associate personal tragedy with any kind of a nice time, but Irish wakes are different, Irish Scadian wakes doubly so. Earl Brendan (in all seriousness one of the finest human beings to walk the Trimarian earth) died suddenly several weeks ago. The official Trimarian wake was held this past Saturday night at Coronation and it was all the Good Things wakes should be: Good alcohol, better friends, fab stories real and imagined about the Brendan; real tears and no small amount of laughter. I wrote something to read at Brendan's wake, but it got left on a computer and did not make it with me to the event.
Here it is:
The Circle (a reading for Brendan)
How many circles did you complete, here where grief still stalks us?
The circle of your family, those most beloved of yours;
The circle of knights, for whom you stood as the purest example;
The circle of friends, who are also your family.
Yet, even in grief, these circles do not break.
You would be proud of us, Brendan, to see us today:
Your family, though they move through the world with broken hearts,
hold each other in a closer embrace,
and in it have forged a stronger circle;
The knights not even I can worry about -
their circle was forged for moments like this,
and the chain that binds them now is yours;
Your friends....well, we are here tonight, in a circle built around you,
telling stories and crying.
But, we have not forgotten how to laugh, either.
And in that laughter we best feel your embrace,
and our circle, your circle, remains one whole:
One circle for all that you still are.
(au revoir)
------
Coronation itself was a fabulous thing: The new Crown, Martin & Islay, ascended the throne in a very moving and funny ceremony and many Deserving People received awards...including 3 pelicans, one laurel and one knight. 5 Peers-to-be and all with great conviviality and delight and much whopping applause from a happy, happy populace. It was one of those Moments so many of us speak of...an event where everyone got along with everyone else, no acrimony besmirched the air and the concepts of Honor, Courtesy and Chivalry were upheld without anyone having to break a sweat or apparently even biting their tongues too hard.
I was going to blame it on Prozac in the drinking water, but Fabio rightly pointed out the concept that the death of Earl Brendan (how hard still to write THAT sentence), the death of Scout and the near-death of another friend may have actually pounded through the thicker-skulled among us that LIFE IS SHORT and what's IMPORTANT is NOT whose garb looked prettiest, but that people WANTED to make garb so they could be with People They Loved. Please mark this date on your calendars: Fabio was *right* and *I* was not. (loveyoubigguymeanit).
There was *supposed* to be something funny here....
Ah!!
Here it is:
The Adventures of Captain Trimerica and Bat Girl.
Now, hard as it may be to believe, yon Fabio has really not been picked on much by most Trimarians. That privilege has heretofore been reserved unto his household, me, sheepgirl, runnergirl, the other knights, dukes and Southerners...
OK so maybe he got picked on a lot before.
But never about the Captain Trimerica thingy.
For reasons that surpass understanding, which I blame on the dark, the Guinness at the wake and Fabio himself, I shared with him the story of me and Adelhaid and the Black Bats that used to fly out of the mouth of Yours Truly with alarming regularity.
You know, as opposed to the Fine Example of Restrained, Sober and Dulcet speech for which I am now much renowned and revered Kingdom wide.
We will now pause while you clean your keyboards.
that's ok - grab some more coffee....
that's it...
Anyway, Fanio found this SO ENTERTAINING that he decided EVERY superhero needs a sidekick. Hence, His Selfness designated me, your Abused and Long-Suffering Yours Truly....
Bat Girl.
Which would not have been SO bad had not one of my "friends," a "protege" and clan "brother" CALL FABIO UP and find out if it was OK with Norse Boy if they made me a costume. With my very own short cape purchased from the store that specializes in Hobbit Sizes.
Did Mr. Example Of Chivalry position himself at my back, ready to defend my dignity against this assault? Well of COURSE he didn't - gave his consent pronto and has now taken to humming the theme from Batman into my phone...le sigh.
No doubt a musical version of this abuse cannot be far behind, and my revenge will certainly follow quickly.
------
And we got to spend MORE time with runnergirl, the NEWEST Borg and member of the Continuum, and I am not even sorry about all the belt-yanking I inflicted upon her, as it made ME laugh lots and HER giggle. The Queen was also much amused, which is a Good Thing of Martha Stewart-like proportions. Ran a fine list, did runnergirl...
------
And now about Sheep Girl...
Who, did she not, looked beautiful beyond my own short capabilities in her bliaut (hand-sewn) and Best Hair Ever....engaging in many Appropriate Peer-like activities and lookin' good all the way around. We hate her. She is smart and beautiful and perfect and a true, loyal-unto-death friend and sister, funny, and kind to small animals. We HATES the sheepgirl and wants her garb. And hair.
ANYWAY....Sunday we had decamped with Sheepgirl and the Turtle to attend "Lots-o-Cooked-Meat" night at a local eating establishment, in order to discuss privately the Weighty Matters of The Day (Star Wars v. Star Trek; Yours Truly: Hobbit or Troll). Which was the plan until the lovely and talented Earl of Far Too Good Looking for Us to be Married and his wife, the Lovely and Funny and Smart Girl of Cute, joined us at the next table. As did the Fab Horse Duo: Mr. M and the C.
So of course you understand that I *had* to use Sheepgirl's braids to instruct the assemblage in proper Rein Position/Control and Seat Techniques. Yes, IN the restaurant..KEEP UP here. She was a very recalcitrant horse and we had to use spurs on her to get her to even understand the most basic of steering instructions. She bit me. BAd horse...no beer in the bran for YOU....
The Minister of Horse was impressed with Yours Truly's technique, and concluded Officially that I Had Nailed It. I will need to authorize on Sheepgirl at the next equestrian event and make sure her Coggins tests are all negative.
After years of abuse you must understand that there was SIMPLY NO OTHER RECOURSE than for Yours Truly to repeat this performance at Bardic.
Sheep Girl loves me for this and has promised that I may use her braids for demonstration any time I may so feel the Urge... I am so lucky. The bite Sheepy inflicted has almost healed now and I am *sure* that her braids will grow back quite quickly.
So, to summarize:
Brendan: Well-loved, forever missed.
Yours Truly: wordy beyond belief. STILL right about the weather. Good with horses and leather straps. Also braids. Not so much with the fencing, but not bad for a beginner...
Fabio: In it deeper.
Runnergirl: currently determining whether helping me or "helping" me will get her the most laughs.
Sheepgirl: still blonde.
Trimaris: Better, stronger, faster...a veritable 6 Million Dollar Man of a kingdom.
Peers: More of them.
Must run dearies.....laundry is done and so am I.
Hugs,
Alysoun
(Muttered Commentary from the Post-Coronation Sleep Zone)
So, dears.....First, having been proven right again about Tropical "storm" Ernesto, we return this delightfully funny, apparently read by more people than I originally thought (hi, Fabio - how you doin'?) blog to its lighthearted Mission in Life: Making With The Funny. RIGHT after some serious stuff about the loss of a dear friend.
First, it must be said that one does not normally associate personal tragedy with any kind of a nice time, but Irish wakes are different, Irish Scadian wakes doubly so. Earl Brendan (in all seriousness one of the finest human beings to walk the Trimarian earth) died suddenly several weeks ago. The official Trimarian wake was held this past Saturday night at Coronation and it was all the Good Things wakes should be: Good alcohol, better friends, fab stories real and imagined about the Brendan; real tears and no small amount of laughter. I wrote something to read at Brendan's wake, but it got left on a computer and did not make it with me to the event.
Here it is:
The Circle (a reading for Brendan)
How many circles did you complete, here where grief still stalks us?
The circle of your family, those most beloved of yours;
The circle of knights, for whom you stood as the purest example;
The circle of friends, who are also your family.
Yet, even in grief, these circles do not break.
You would be proud of us, Brendan, to see us today:
Your family, though they move through the world with broken hearts,
hold each other in a closer embrace,
and in it have forged a stronger circle;
The knights not even I can worry about -
their circle was forged for moments like this,
and the chain that binds them now is yours;
Your friends....well, we are here tonight, in a circle built around you,
telling stories and crying.
But, we have not forgotten how to laugh, either.
And in that laughter we best feel your embrace,
and our circle, your circle, remains one whole:
One circle for all that you still are.
(au revoir)
------
Coronation itself was a fabulous thing: The new Crown, Martin & Islay, ascended the throne in a very moving and funny ceremony and many Deserving People received awards...including 3 pelicans, one laurel and one knight. 5 Peers-to-be and all with great conviviality and delight and much whopping applause from a happy, happy populace. It was one of those Moments so many of us speak of...an event where everyone got along with everyone else, no acrimony besmirched the air and the concepts of Honor, Courtesy and Chivalry were upheld without anyone having to break a sweat or apparently even biting their tongues too hard.
I was going to blame it on Prozac in the drinking water, but Fabio rightly pointed out the concept that the death of Earl Brendan (how hard still to write THAT sentence), the death of Scout and the near-death of another friend may have actually pounded through the thicker-skulled among us that LIFE IS SHORT and what's IMPORTANT is NOT whose garb looked prettiest, but that people WANTED to make garb so they could be with People They Loved. Please mark this date on your calendars: Fabio was *right* and *I* was not. (loveyoubigguymeanit).
There was *supposed* to be something funny here....
Ah!!
Here it is:
The Adventures of Captain Trimerica and Bat Girl.
Now, hard as it may be to believe, yon Fabio has really not been picked on much by most Trimarians. That privilege has heretofore been reserved unto his household, me, sheepgirl, runnergirl, the other knights, dukes and Southerners...
OK so maybe he got picked on a lot before.
But never about the Captain Trimerica thingy.
For reasons that surpass understanding, which I blame on the dark, the Guinness at the wake and Fabio himself, I shared with him the story of me and Adelhaid and the Black Bats that used to fly out of the mouth of Yours Truly with alarming regularity.
You know, as opposed to the Fine Example of Restrained, Sober and Dulcet speech for which I am now much renowned and revered Kingdom wide.
We will now pause while you clean your keyboards.
that's ok - grab some more coffee....
that's it...
Anyway, Fanio found this SO ENTERTAINING that he decided EVERY superhero needs a sidekick. Hence, His Selfness designated me, your Abused and Long-Suffering Yours Truly....
Bat Girl.
Which would not have been SO bad had not one of my "friends," a "protege" and clan "brother" CALL FABIO UP and find out if it was OK with Norse Boy if they made me a costume. With my very own short cape purchased from the store that specializes in Hobbit Sizes.
Did Mr. Example Of Chivalry position himself at my back, ready to defend my dignity against this assault? Well of COURSE he didn't - gave his consent pronto and has now taken to humming the theme from Batman into my phone...le sigh.
No doubt a musical version of this abuse cannot be far behind, and my revenge will certainly follow quickly.
------
And we got to spend MORE time with runnergirl, the NEWEST Borg and member of the Continuum, and I am not even sorry about all the belt-yanking I inflicted upon her, as it made ME laugh lots and HER giggle. The Queen was also much amused, which is a Good Thing of Martha Stewart-like proportions. Ran a fine list, did runnergirl...
------
And now about Sheep Girl...
Who, did she not, looked beautiful beyond my own short capabilities in her bliaut (hand-sewn) and Best Hair Ever....engaging in many Appropriate Peer-like activities and lookin' good all the way around. We hate her. She is smart and beautiful and perfect and a true, loyal-unto-death friend and sister, funny, and kind to small animals. We HATES the sheepgirl and wants her garb. And hair.
ANYWAY....Sunday we had decamped with Sheepgirl and the Turtle to attend "Lots-o-Cooked-Meat" night at a local eating establishment, in order to discuss privately the Weighty Matters of The Day (Star Wars v. Star Trek; Yours Truly: Hobbit or Troll). Which was the plan until the lovely and talented Earl of Far Too Good Looking for Us to be Married and his wife, the Lovely and Funny and Smart Girl of Cute, joined us at the next table. As did the Fab Horse Duo: Mr. M and the C.
So of course you understand that I *had* to use Sheepgirl's braids to instruct the assemblage in proper Rein Position/Control and Seat Techniques. Yes, IN the restaurant..KEEP UP here. She was a very recalcitrant horse and we had to use spurs on her to get her to even understand the most basic of steering instructions. She bit me. BAd horse...no beer in the bran for YOU....
The Minister of Horse was impressed with Yours Truly's technique, and concluded Officially that I Had Nailed It. I will need to authorize on Sheepgirl at the next equestrian event and make sure her Coggins tests are all negative.
After years of abuse you must understand that there was SIMPLY NO OTHER RECOURSE than for Yours Truly to repeat this performance at Bardic.
Sheep Girl loves me for this and has promised that I may use her braids for demonstration any time I may so feel the Urge... I am so lucky. The bite Sheepy inflicted has almost healed now and I am *sure* that her braids will grow back quite quickly.
So, to summarize:
Brendan: Well-loved, forever missed.
Yours Truly: wordy beyond belief. STILL right about the weather. Good with horses and leather straps. Also braids. Not so much with the fencing, but not bad for a beginner...
Fabio: In it deeper.
Runnergirl: currently determining whether helping me or "helping" me will get her the most laughs.
Sheepgirl: still blonde.
Trimaris: Better, stronger, faster...a veritable 6 Million Dollar Man of a kingdom.
Peers: More of them.
Must run dearies.....laundry is done and so am I.
Hugs,
Alysoun
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