Fit To Ride Cellcom Green Bay Marathon Virtual 5k Chez Moi, 9 laps around the pasture Bib # – 10308. Dunno why it matters. Got one; recording it. Either they had huge numbers of entries, or they allocated certain numerical runs to various races. Sunday May 17, 2020 Time – 1:17:53, reported byContinue reading “Strolling Around and Around and Around, Walk Report, Cellcom Green Bay Virtual 5k 2020”
Author Archives: Virtual Brush Box
Western Counterfactual
Adventures in Saddle Western Seat Enjoy the ride. Not many ASBs in my life right now. So, I’m looking at other breeds. Today, Quarter Horses. Before I started riding at Stepping Stone Farm [Riding Toward Random, First Impressions], I checked out a western barn. I didn’t know anything about the barn. Someone, somewhereContinue reading “Western Counterfactual”
The Soothing Sounds of Snoots Snacking
Horsekeeping Lucky enough to have a horse. Last week, husband went to work for an afternoon. Low risk. I knew he would be fine. I worried. I had plans to be industrious with the horses. Milton gave me his best Hungry, Hungry Horse look. I served impromptu lunch instead. I sat listening toContinue reading “The Soothing Sounds of Snoots Snacking”
Mood On Monday, Minor Inconveniences
Thoughts Continuing my reflections for the future [Whither, Ugly, Ponder]. We will remember the big inconveniences, the tragedies, the headlines. Will we remember the little inconveniences? The passing thoughts? The setbacks that made life irksome? How’s that for a justification to whinge about minor things? Let the whining begin! 1) Not stopping for aContinue reading “Mood On Monday, Minor Inconveniences”
Word For The Week
Lettering This is not the boredom of a Sunday afternoon, “when you know that you’ve had all the baths you can usefully have that day.” This is toxic, spiky boredom. The horror ennui from numbers that keep rising. The enervating tedium of endlessly cycling through news channels, of being unable to stop oneselfContinue reading “Word For The Week”
The Sixteen, Fiction
Words Another one that started out as a question on a blog post [Ring, Bridge]. Well, not really a question. But a post that left room for questions. In The Errant Moon: Very specific shout-out, the author attempts to reestablish contact with one person. The rest of us were left to twiddle our thumbs.Continue reading “The Sixteen, Fiction”
I Sits
Photography Wiggles holds court in the mop bucket. Stay safe. Stay sane. Katherine Walcott