Awareness of the outside world. Recently I learned that there are many reasons a person might not want to give pronouns. The person is not out to everyone. None of the options are the mot juste. The person does not want to get drawn into the inevitable discussion. I had no idea a simple act could be so fraught. Hat tip to online friends.
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Branch on barn roof.
Impromptu skylight.
Tarp as temporary fix until roof is dry enough to patch permanently.
RealFeel of 104o and I am shoveling out flooded muck.
Remind me why I am so adamant about keeping my horses at home?
Update. If you read this early on the 1st, you are not imagining things, I adjusted the bottom half to better fit what I was going for. While I try to avoid changing past posts, a little tweaking on the day is within acceptable parameters. But I digress.
I held up the bag of carrot sticks in one hand and the large bag of gorp in the other.
She laughed, “I see a Buckee’s stop in our future.”
She wasn’t wrong. I always have such grand plans. I am going to eat healthy this time! Only to inevitably dive headfirst into endless bags of Beaver Nuggets.
That’s why our trips worked. We understood each other. We had the same taste in music and podcasts. Our bladder capacities matched. We were willing to tolerate each others foibles. For example, Gail had this thing about stopping at Welcome Centers. Whenever we crossed into a new state, she would have us pull into the official first rest area off the highway. She liked to walk around the room that held all of the paper brochures. She never took any. She never stopped at any of the attractions, as far as I knew. One time, I pointed out that all of this information is available online.
“Yeah,” she said, slightly distracted, continuing to wander about. “I like to see what each state has to say for itself.”
To give myself something to do, I started a PhotoPhile account with pictures from each rest stop. It has a weirdly large number of followers. Or maybe not weird. It was interesting to see how the same basic concept differs from state to state. Or maybe Gail is rubbing off on me.
Gail travels for work & I can work from anywhere, so I have become her semi-permanent roadtrip companion. In return for sharing the driving and being the companion to her Doctor Who, I get free mini-vacation in cities all over the country. Frequently on short notice.
Philadelphia next week? Sure.
Leave for Nevada in three days? Sure.
I know that she will be chatty on the way out and sleepy on the way home. At the destination, I see her rarely. She is scheduled from breakfast meetings to dinner conferences. Honestly, I’m not completely sure what she does, except that it pays well and keeps her on the road.
Last Monday we had a new configuration for the morning walk. Over the weekend, Milton hitched both days. Rodney had gone for handwalks in the morning to get our steps in. It was too hot to come back for an afternoon ride.
Therefore, on Monday, Milton walked in hand, while Rodney got ridden, since he’d missed out on any work over the weekend. Plus, I wanted to ride our last VT mile so that I could say we rode over the finish line. [Line By Line]
This was a new one. Rodney loved it. He trailed after Milton the most chill he’s ever been on a ride. Occasionally he would pull out as if to pass.
Me: No, you can follow. Rodney: Really? Okay.
Possible causes.
One. Rodney seemed happy to see his saddle but not Milton. He wanted to be the big horse? I could be imagining this. I was not imagining when Previous Horse felt this way. If he went first. Fine. He go off and graze while Mathilda & I went out. If Mathilda went first, he’d strafe us. Seriously.
Two. Heat. Too hot to fuss? Rodney finds heat relaxing?
Three. With Milton untacked, it was really, really obvious, even to Rodney, that nothing was gonna happen.
Four. A mysterious one-off that will never be repeated?
Rodney. Tuesday, ride & extra handwalk. Wednesday, ride. Thursday & Friday, two handwalks each day, Saturday & Sunday, morning handwalks. Monday, ride over the finish line!
Commentary
You may have noticed Rodney’s odd mileage. He has done all his miles. I have not logged the last one.
The real-life Tevis Cup has two finish lines. Your time stops up in the hills. Then you go down into the arena, do a lap, and pass under the finish banner. The Tevis Cup: Finish Line,
“The ‘Timed Finish Line’ is located in the ‘Auburn Overlook’ area near the Auburn Fairgrounds … The ‘Ceremonial Finish Line’ is in McCann Stadium at the Gold Country Fairgrounds where rider and horse take the finishers’ victory lap.” The Tevis Cup: Checkpoint Locations & History, Finish Line and McCann Stadium
Rodney has passed through the timed finish. We are waiting for Milton to catch up so that we can celebrate our victory lap and the ceremonial finish together.