Kuriosities

I am overwhelmed with exhaustion and soon headed for the shower and then off to beds. It was an unrestful weekend to be sure. A cold wind blew in, soaked in rain and sleet. What spring is this? Where are the warm breezes and sprinklings of rain. Not this year.

I am tired straight down to my bones from chasing ponies in the dead of night, who became tricksy and burst through fences on Friday . The 2 am wake up call of thundering hooves shaking the house like a tornado passing too close. So up and at ‘em! Throw on the jammy pants and muck-a-luck boots! and fingers crossed to keep the rolling eye ponies from the road and back into their proper place! We played cowgirl(boy) in the cold cold night, and rounded them back up – and lucky- not a car in sight throughout. An adventure for sure – but the theft of sleep has me edgy and cranky and hopped up on caffeine trying to keep going. I want my bed.

Then Saturday the rain came in, and with it Lyrical’s shivers and shudders. Out at 1 am in the inky slushy rain night, fingers benumbed with buckles to blanket the poor sodden girlie. I tried to take her into the barn, but was greeted by Monsieur Skunk upon opening the door, and we politely backed right back out again. No need for confrontation there, non, non, non, we will gladly leave you to your midnight wanderings and gatherings of eggs, yes indeedy. But the rain and cold woke me up, and sleep elluded me into well into morning,,<yawn>

But also happy. Mothers day brought so many kisses and cuddles (with 4, there are many to be had!). A clay brooch made by little boy hands, a jar of chocolates painted by even smaller hands, lovely cards, and pampering. And a purple iPod bought by G for my trip to Toronto, so I can listen on the plane, and now packed full with Brendan Benson, Raconteurs, White Stripes, Iggy Pop, and Greenhornes, Howlin Wolf and John Lee Hooker, Decemberists and New Pornographers, et all…too many to mention them all, but lovely!

  Dinner parties with friends with yummy food and even better company (fettucini alfredo, bruschetta, wine, grilled shrimp, mango and avocado salad, apple pie and ice cream…mmmm)…

I am buried (again!)  under a stack of orders so tall I can no longer see the sky (except for a mocking hint of blue that tells me it was sunny outside today, but not sunny for me in this cubby hole studio).

I am down 7.5 lbs from simply cutting out bad food.  Shedding that winter weight like a snake from its skin. I want to shed 4 more, but we will see how that goes. In the meantime, apples and oatmeal, carrots and salads and soup. Molly ma gog and Lyrical will also help I’m sure.

 Life is good. But I need a nap…

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