Saturday Lessons

well, what was the biggest thing we learned today?
 asked the sullen 10 yr old boy, in front of his dad. after pa and i had had a one on one chat, and sonny had made his desperate trip to the outhouse.

"that we don't get mad at our horses." he sulkingly replied, practically kicking the dirt under the pony he was sponging off.

i'd hoped i wasn't in trouble with MY teacher, for taking the aforesaid couple through (albeit away from the barn) the (creepy ohmigod have you seen evil dead or not) forest, and then back home along the edge of the big hay field, while she (the teacher herself) waited behind on the tractor (on the pony that ha SPOOKED and run back to the barn only the week before)

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the kid in the lesson after that, got to canter for HER time, because Wisco was being a push button pony for the transition 3x

3 football fields per day.

she also handed me a card saying, here. my mom told me to make you a card.

out. i said. i moved here for a job that blew up, and so now i'm moving to where i can find a HORSE job. if SHE'd quit hogging them i said.

i also showed her the resume i am going to drop off to Reg Butler on my way to pick HER up at school on Monday, so she can do me a favour.

she needs to dump her possbily so called beau on monday, in my opinion.

but i told her my opinion is also from the person who was so terrified to "JUMP on a rockstar, on a holiday," that i ran him off the property. "thankfully though," i told her , after i showed his hillside buddy the comic of my error, (i secretly hope) he wrote the getting it on this christmas song i love so much...

i know that the hole in the ozone layer is so BIG that the human race is going to die off in less than 200 years and that 5 billion people could really be "let go" from the planet and we'd actually be better off (optimistic moral = fret less about west nile, our lacking government health care benefits, george bush and the other awful truth).

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"if you need me to call anybody and put in a good word with ANYbody, you let me know."
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I like the image of wisk's spook guilty face as the boy is flying, 100% air borne, through the air, at the exact second his usually so silent dad is encouraging “hang on son!”
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