Apple Green

This just in, a tragic “napping” incident this afternoon has left me with… char-broiled buns. Do I have to burn my ass- cheeks every dang May? Because it’s getting monotonous. And predictable. And painful. Especially rising from a leather couch. Yeeeeeouch.

Hubz came home off night-turn, and wanted to go to the poolstore, yeeeehaaaaaa!!! Great fun. But I was feeling all brown and sunshiney, so I went along for the ride. Also, someone needed to drive, as he starts to get a little “punky” after a while on Saturdays… I was driving along, and he’s talking about comparing prices and features on automatic pool sweepers, and I said to him, Hubz, did you not notice I’m wearing a tank top with a bathing suit underneath? And he said, yeah… And I said, am I not looking particularly brown and freckly and delicious? He said, yeah… Well, what are you supposed to be doing, when I’m brown and freckly and delicious in a tank top? He leaned over and lightly kissed my shoulder. THAT’S what I’m talking about… Something about getting some sun, just makes me feel good.

Also of note, the girls are at the table again, playing Monopoly. I overheard Flower Childe say to Franki, “You’re being a really good sport today!” And Franki said, “Thanks!” Will wonders never cease! Call Parker Brothers, it’s a Monopoly danged MIRACLE!

I’m painting a little coffee table I got at a yard sale last week. The nice lady knocked her price from 4 American Dollars down to 2. And then I HAD to buy it. I cursed her, I said, dangit woman, you have hit my price. I’ll buy anything for $2. It was a junky maple finish, but it’s about to be given a second life in Apple Green. We should all be so lucky.

Karen called today, just to touch base. She apologized again for the Big JOB Fiasco. Me, I’m over it, and it certainly was none of her fault, she was trying to do something NICE for me! I’m better off with the subbing, though, because with that I can pick and choose my days, plus, no SATURDAYS. And free summer.

I’m thinking I need to branch out. I need some ethnic friends. Karen is very very white. All my PTA friends are white. Me too, with the exception of my ass cheeks. But I just don’t have any ethnic friends. I need to widen my horizons. I really am turning into a 45 yr old cliché. I don’t care, there’s something to it. There are ZERO black kids in my son’s school, and one little Honduran adopted kid. That’s it. My kids don’t have any sort of cultural differences with anyone, it’s all homogenous and white. Vitamin D. My neighbors are pretty much bigots, but nice bigots. I shouldn’t label them. Just the ones across the street, they are BIG time. The others I’m not sure, but I have my inklings. You know how people make little comments, to let you know which side of the fence they’re on… Me, I’m in my own… category. I was raised in Ohio. Whatever that means. Sigh.

Brushed the horses out REALLY good, they’re looking so much better! They had nasty, clumpy, camel-ie junk hanging from under their bellies, and their tales were… unmentionable. Combed, pulled, and thinned out Lilly’s mane, it must be 3 feet long in places! Baby was very VERY patient and well-mannered while I groomed her, which is noteworthy. She’s really grown up in the past year, her manners are much improved, the nipping and the kicking is pretty much gone, I can’t remember the last time she swung her little hind quarters around and tried to kick at me when I was dumping grain in her bucket.. I also don’t remember life without them. When they first came here, I wondered how on earth I would find the extra time to feed two more animals every day, TWICE a day. Or the time to turn them out, and put them back in at night… Haul water buckets… Little did I know, it was all that and so much more. I can’t just tie them out and forget about them, I have to monitor them constantly, make sure they aren’t caught on something, make sure they haven’t tipped their water bucket for the 8^th time that day, make sure they aren’t loose and nibbling their way toward the road… Or when I can let them “loose” in the fenced-in yard, they still need constant baby-sitting, or they get in the flower beds, or stuck behind the puss willows… or how Baby wanders up to investigate if I’m hanging a load of wash out, or if I’m reading a book under a tree, she has to tromp around, sniffing me, trying to get a drink out of my glass, or checking for apples and carrot treats, or how great it is to have a soft little face to nuzzle, huge brown eyes to look into, fuzzy little ears to scratch… the grooming, the stall-mucking, the feed-store runs, hay stacking, farrier calls, the destructive patter of tiny little hooves through vegetable gardens… How many times I day I think about them or check on them or have my hands on them… I just never imagined how huge they would be in my life. As small as they are.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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