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Feb. 28th, 2012 10:04 pmcoffee with T [in the middle of a live radio broadcast on whether or not to fight hard about consolidating the community colleges (local sentiment says no)] talking about work, and art and how we work, and working sewing machines vs toys for rich dilettantes and... all good things. But I got to the barn really late, and had to pass on the gray horse so he gets it first tomorrow because I neglected him shamefully even though it was because Alice needed me yesterday. So.
We have a superstar horse at the barn. E and I dubbed him the George Clooney horse. Kaboose has the stall next to his, and we agreed it would be kind of like finding George Clooney in the next apartment. And then we couldn't agree on which we'd prefer, horse or guy. Well, she couldn't. I have a guy. I WANT that horse. The George horse and his person came in to work as Kaboose and I were finishing, and the longer we were breathing the same air, the shorter and scruffier I felt, until I'd regressed to 12 years old with pigtails, on a tiny hairy backyard pony with tufts of mane sticking up and mud to her hocks. So we went out and stomped around the meadow and crossed the stream (and stopped and blew bubbles in the middle of it, because she's a goof) and felt much better.
today's circle is all about branching. Also I should have used more pastel colors, because this is lovely in person. Veins and capillaries or tree branches, you decide.
We have a superstar horse at the barn. E and I dubbed him the George Clooney horse. Kaboose has the stall next to his, and we agreed it would be kind of like finding George Clooney in the next apartment. And then we couldn't agree on which we'd prefer, horse or guy. Well, she couldn't. I have a guy. I WANT that horse. The George horse and his person came in to work as Kaboose and I were finishing, and the longer we were breathing the same air, the shorter and scruffier I felt, until I'd regressed to 12 years old with pigtails, on a tiny hairy backyard pony with tufts of mane sticking up and mud to her hocks. So we went out and stomped around the meadow and crossed the stream (and stopped and blew bubbles in the middle of it, because she's a goof) and felt much better.
today's circle is all about branching. Also I should have used more pastel colors, because this is lovely in person. Veins and capillaries or tree branches, you decide.