Damn You Irene

I wasn’t able to post during Hurricane/Tropical Storm Irene, because our power was out and if you live in New England, you probably could not have read it because your power would have been out as well.  Our First Selectman, Barbara Henry and our town’s Fire and EMS chiefs, volunteers and road workers did an outstanding job, working around the clock, making sure all the residents in this town were safe and trying to open access to roads as quickly as possible.  There were so many trees down that for several hours, there was no route out of town, which was a major problem, as there are not hospitals in this town.  Fortunately nobody was injured here.

A Little Too Calm Before the Storm

The East Coast is a spooky place to be at present – at least the New York/Connecticut portion of it is.

News Flash

Everybody? I have something important to announce. Can I have your attention? I have some very exciting news.

Ready?

I have a new horse!

That’s all. Go ahead and carry on with your business.

And Now For The Kiss Of The Wind

It’s a GORGEOUS morning here in Connecticut so how about a beautiful photo and poem?

The poem is by Paul Laurence Dunbar, who was the child of freed slaves and the first African-American poet to achieve national acclaim. Enjoy.

Photo by Moses Pendleton

IN SUMMER, by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Oh, summer has clothed the earth
In a cloak from the loom of the sun!
And a mantle, too, of the skies’ soft blue,
And a belt where the rivers run.

Watch Out

My body stops watches.

My body has stopped watches all my life.   My mother has told me that she thinks it’s some kind of static electricity or electrical energy I emit, because it happened even when I was a little girl, with every watch I’ve ever worn.  I was content to be watchless for most of my 30-odd years (that’s how old I will be for the rest of my life; 15 is an odd number) until last year, when I became an EMT. Now I need to wear a watch, so that I may take a person’s pulse on emergency calls, but the first three watches I bought died immediately.  They were cheap, but were supposed to be waterproof, shatterproof, etc.  Then I bought a pricier watch that you are supposed to be able to wear scuba diving.  Completely stopped the second day I wore it.

Dandy Sandy

It’s official. I have the nicest blog readers in America on earth in the strato-blogosphere! Need proof? How about this?

Painting by Sandy Oberg

Our own Sandy Oberg painted a portrait of Holly and sent it to me. She was very clever and contacted Bernie, our EMS chief and arranged the delivery of this beautiful oil painting to our firehouse because she didn’t know our address. Then he delivered it to me! Today!

Here it is in front of our model, herself:

My Badness

Lara Ceppi, another student of Katja Eilers’ and also a very talented photographer, took a few photos at the show on Sunday, even though the rain was pouring down on her.  I love this one, where Katja, the trainer is looking in the direction I apparently was supposed to be heading. Though a rider is supposed to look above her horse’s ears, in order to guide the horse in the proper direction, I like to keep my head down and stare into my horse’s mane and let him do all the worrying about where we should go.

Photo by Lara Ceppi

Horse Ballet

Mark’s Big Showbiz Debut

The other day I flew to Ottawa, Canada for the day. Flew there and back in the same day, I did. Why?  My trainer wanted to look at some horses and I tagged along, because I am in the market for a new horse.  Yes, Denis is getting me a horse for my birthday!  Of course, I will still have have dear Mark and sainted Gabriel, but Gabriel is retired now and Mark’s heart is really more into doing cross-country and trail riding, and I have decided to get back into dressage.

A Poem for Baby William

Photo by Moses Pendleton

It has been a very busy couple of weeks and that’s why I haven’t been able to post as much as I’d like.  I really have always been a skeptic about astrology but I can’t even begin to tell you all the things that have gone wrong electronically since my last posting. Thank you for the nice comments and emails regarding all the retrogradation of my stuff.  I really am trying to be funny about my “problems”, none of them are serious.  I have friends with a sick baby in a NICU who, thank goodness, is doing much better, but I really can’t complain about the little glitches with my computer, phone, TV, cable, internet, printer, etc.  Yes, all those things have acted up this past week, but again, they are things.  My friends with the baby in the NICU are the nicest people, going through their hard time.  We all have hard times, but it’s most painful to watch when it happens to such nice people.