Last Thursday was busy.
This Thursday was not.
Asked for some boards,
Now those boards I have got.
Used them to fix a big hole in my fence
Cuz holes in horse fences just don't make much sense.
But now that that's over
I've got naught left to do
'Cept laundry, and celebrating
Fine Thursdays with you!
El Fin.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Dear Friends, Readers, and Thursdays,
I promise I have not abandoned you. Last Thursday I was a mother to three cute, messy, energetic, lovable children. Needless to say, I didn't realize that Thursday had come until Friday. You can imagine my dismay and utter surprise. What?! It's Friday?! When I have three children of my own will I actually forget all about space and time and cease to exist on every online forum in the known universe? Will I stop celebrating the best day of the week? What kind of a person am I?!
But the real mother is home now. And I seem to have regained my understanding of the passage of time as well as my sense of identity.
So Happy Thursday! Today I spent my time picking giant, red, juicy strawberries and transforming those strawberries into jiggly, sticky, delicious jars of jam. There is nothing better than starting your day by collecting and eating mud covered berries and ending your day by cooking and slurping warm jellied fruit.
Ahh--welcome back to my life Thursday. Welcome back.
Sincerely,
Me
Do. Or Do Nut. There is no Nut.
I supported Relay for Life.
I got to eat a doughnut (which is rare these days).
I was able to save a doughnut for my new roommate.
I was able to give away 10 doughnuts to my co-workers.
That's one good Thursday morning. Let's see what the afternoon brings!
I got to eat a doughnut (which is rare these days).
I was able to save a doughnut for my new roommate.
I was able to give away 10 doughnuts to my co-workers.
That's one good Thursday morning. Let's see what the afternoon brings!
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Bzzzzzzz
I am a bee today. Busy, busy, busy. Busy, but happy, with friends in my hive and dancing. Lots of dancing.
Where Has the Time Gone?
My baby.
My itty bitty wittle baby.
All grown up and graduating.
*sniff*
Even sent me a graduation announcement, which I received today.
And I feel proud. And sad. And worried. And amazed. And wondering. And nostalgic.
And really, really old.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Home Again
I went home today. Not home as in "Idaho", though. Home as in "Pony Barn".
The number of staff present at the ranch swells every day, and with only a few weeks until the Summer Season is in full sway, it was time to reopen the pony barn. The ponies and other critters haven't arrived yet, so I spent the morning moving water troughs out of storage, cleaning helmets, and soaping saddles.
When I got dressed, I stuffed my mp3 player into my pocket so that I could have some music while I worked. But when I sat down to polish the tack and turned the music on, it made me feel strangely out of sorts.
So I turned it off and listened to the natural music that always surrounds me at the pony barn: birds of every feather sang a varied chorus as they flew above my head. The sun-bleached branches of the dead windbreak trees gave voice to the wind. Muffled, echo-y voices from the tent and maintenance crews drifted by me.
I turned my face up towards the sun and let it warm my eyelids. The breeze busily braided the tips of my hair. A hummingbird buzzed inches from my nose and nearly gave me a heart attack.
Already, I am sad to think of leaving this place in August. I know it does no one any good to dread an inevitable future, but this is my home--more so than any place ever has been before. And silly as it might make me look, I am going to savor every moment. Every wind-whisper. Every melodic Oriole.
And I will let the sun burn the memory of this place into my skin until I am as brown as the locals. For someday, someday I will be one of them.
The number of staff present at the ranch swells every day, and with only a few weeks until the Summer Season is in full sway, it was time to reopen the pony barn. The ponies and other critters haven't arrived yet, so I spent the morning moving water troughs out of storage, cleaning helmets, and soaping saddles.
When I got dressed, I stuffed my mp3 player into my pocket so that I could have some music while I worked. But when I sat down to polish the tack and turned the music on, it made me feel strangely out of sorts.
So I turned it off and listened to the natural music that always surrounds me at the pony barn: birds of every feather sang a varied chorus as they flew above my head. The sun-bleached branches of the dead windbreak trees gave voice to the wind. Muffled, echo-y voices from the tent and maintenance crews drifted by me.
I turned my face up towards the sun and let it warm my eyelids. The breeze busily braided the tips of my hair. A hummingbird buzzed inches from my nose and nearly gave me a heart attack.
Already, I am sad to think of leaving this place in August. I know it does no one any good to dread an inevitable future, but this is my home--more so than any place ever has been before. And silly as it might make me look, I am going to savor every moment. Every wind-whisper. Every melodic Oriole.
And I will let the sun burn the memory of this place into my skin until I am as brown as the locals. For someday, someday I will be one of them.
Sad Day
I knew it was Thursday.
But it didn't feel like Thursday.
I told myself many times that it was Thursday.
But it didn't feel like Thursday.
I did typical always-do-this-on-Thursday things for a Thursday.
But it didn't feel like Thursday.
However....
I have had this
background,
swimming around,
two days running,
occasionally rearing it's mean face
headache.
So if I haven't felt
quite up to snuff myself,
then it should be
no surprise
That it didn't feel like Thursday.
Still....
Sad day--very sad day--when
It doesn't feel like a Thursday.
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