Journal of J

I just learned something new.  There is a different color for horses.  It is brindle.  Very beautiful.

There is also a breed of horses that I think I had heard about but now I know they have a site.  Nokotas.  They are an interesting breed. 

I did know about curlies.  They are just simply cool.  Apparently they are also hypoallergenic. Picture it- a horse with dreds and a perm.

Amazingly enough there are people that don’t like ‘loud’ colored horses.  I have always wanted a blue horse.  As a kid I was thrilled to learn they exist. 

Ok I must admit I am a horse junkie.  They are awesome.  There is nothing like galloping in sunflowers on a good horse.  Climbing a hill and feeling all that muscle and power beneath you.  Feeling evey muscle collect to make a jump over a stream.  Watching and balancing so they can tenderly pick the safest route down a steep hill.  The smell of them.  The sound of hoof beats.  Their breath.  The smooth shiny summer coat and cozy warm winter coat.  The feeling that you are one being- like a centaur.  The partenership, the trust.  Those soft brown eyes.  Their nicker at your approach.  The soft lips seraching for a treat in your hand.  Their shiver while you’re in the saddle.  The sensitive skin that shivers away bugs.  The tense energy waiting to explode because they just have to go.  Just have to be free.  Ahh who wouldn’t love all of that?

Ok yes there are down falls.  Or at least where you fall down and getting up isn’t always the easiest.  Stepping on you feet with a dinner plate sized hoof that has no inkling that there is a tiny booted foot under it.  Laid back ears and flying kicks.  But all that is like an arugement, a miscommunication.  You work it out and climb back on and off you go.

There is a romance to the horse.  The cowboy riding the range.  The knight on his white horse.  The damsel on a beautiful horse with her dress trailing over his flanks.  Riding double.  The Lippizaner.  The mustangs running free.  The Indian riding bareback on his pony moving as one over the prairie.  The beautiful island ponies of Assateague. 

Most of my favorite stories are about horses. Thank you to Margerite Henry, Walter Farley, C.W. Anderson, Al Quie and many more authors for giving me a new view of horses and increasing my love of horses.

Thanks to horses.   Where would we be with out you.

 

Beauty is an experience, nothing else.
It is not a fixed pattern or an arrangement of features.
It is something felt, a glow or a communicated sense of fineness.
What ails us is that our sense of beauty
is so bruised and blunted, we miss all the best.

~ D.H. Lawrence ~

Wow.  Zapped again. 

It amazes me how I can get on the computer and e-mail, chat, IM, surf or whatever and time just disappears.  It goes by at warp speed.  They don’t need to worry about traveling into the future- I do it all the time.  Only I can’t go back, only forward. 

Just checking e-mail can be either a quick trip or it can be a lengthy tour.  Then I find things to look up and well  before I know it an hour or several hours have gone by depending on how well my tour went and if my tour guide didn’t crash. 

Funny thing to is that I spend that time and then get off and try to accomplish something in REAL life- you know the tedious chores that plague us- and I get sucked back in.  It starts with the phrase, “Oh I wanted to look up…” or ” I forgot to look up…”  and there you are again.  How long this journey will take no one knows.  If you are lucky someone is standing at the portal waiting to whisk you back through before the portal closes and you are lost in time.

It is amazing that a couple little boxes with some bits and bytes and ram and rom and you get the world.  It is even kinda on a string- your mouse cord.  Unless you happen to be cordless.  Think how much you have just at your finger tips and no paper cuts!

Imagine life before computers.  What did we do with ourselves?!!?

I used to get distracted then too.Yes I must admit I am the  type that has trouble looking things up the old fashioned way.  Perhaps it is dictionary ADD.  Or if you prefer ADDd.  There are those that also suffer from encyclopedia ADD.  ADDe.  Yes I suffer from that too.  Think how long it took me to get things done.    Yes I do know that there are dictionaries, encyclopedias and thesaruses online.  Lovely things too.  Pronounciation and everything.

I do love computers and I am illiterate about them.  They work- what more do I need to know?  Ok some computer junkie is rolling his eyes now.  You really wouldn’t want me to mess with a computer.  Believe me.

It is amazing the age we are living in.  I shudder to think about what my kids have that is normal and what I grew up with.  Or what I didn’t grow up with.  A VCR was a big deal.  A color TV was a big deal.  A working TV was a big deal.  Perhaps that is why we are looking at weight issues.  We are content to look at a screen to entertainment, work and communication and that is just the short list.  I hope I am striking a balance between what needs doing - chores, physical activity with my screen time.  I hope my kids will notice that life doesn’t happen in front of a screen.

I said I love computers.  I do.  I love that I have the ability to communicate around the world with all my friends and family.  I like to hear about the little and big things in their lives.  Things you didn’t hear about often.  Phone calls and letters just didn’t happen.  Wasn’t instant communication.  There is one thing I do miss.  Being able to sit down around a table and visit, play games, eat and enjoy the act of just being together.  While I can’t always do that, I will take what I can get.  Even if I do end up zapped forward in time.

Now I have to go… the portal is closing.

 

    

Our Easter was good.  It is too bad that holidays have a knack of sneaking up on me.  Always wish I had done more, was better prepared, made it more special.  I realize that my children are growing up way too fast and that they will remember these days for a long time.  I am just the stick in the mud that gets focused on other things and then gets caught unprepared.  Makes me feel guilty.  No one ever told me about mommy guilt.  For that matter no one told me about regular guilt.  I have more than my share of each.

Today was a lay about day.  Should have been more productive.  I am finding I have lazy days.  It is more fun when my hubby is home to just hang out with him than actually WORK on something.  I always have something that needs doing.  With kids it seems there is always something that needs to be done.  Wonder what I was ever busy doing when I didn’t have them and why didn’t I get busy doing a ton of ‘no kids’ things then?  Oh well.  So it was a lazy day.  Add chocolate to that and it made for a nice day.  Plus it was sunny and warm.  Not bad for a Great Plains April day.  I will like the 50 degree weather we are supposed to get.  I am not ready for it to be this hot. 

So now since I had my lazy day will that infiltrate the rest of the week and make my week lazy or crazy.  Perhaps both.  All I know is that if I don’t get some of that darn Easter candy away from me my weight loss will slide and being this close to my next goal it would be a sad thing to slide.  I did have some obnoxious days- Sat & Sun & Mon.  So back on task tomorrow.  Besides I feel like a slug when I am bad and it isn’t just the guilt that drags me down.  Like they say junk in junk out.  Just wish my mouth didn’t hurt.  Braces sure don’t make life easy and using them to get teeth is not fun.  So give the kids who are teething or have braces a break.

I had better wrap up this ramble.  Time to get going.  Tomorrow is another day.  And a tired mom isn’t a good thing it is a crabby stuffing face thing.  A scary thing.