The muck war.
Both the farm and my emotions are mired in muck these days.
The physical mud and muck are beginning to clear up, which offers some solace. The little baby horse (still unnamed) is growing rapidly which is an absolute delight to witness. I can, and have, sat and simply watched him for hours. Granted, I am not getting much actual work done during these periods, but the time is great for introspection - or is it escape?
I have been fighting the non-energized electric fencing here for several months now, and with more woman hours than I care to count invested in the project, there is still one horse that completely defeats my efforts. Since he lets himself both into and out of pastures, I have thrown up my hands and decided to allow him to live as a free-roaming equine. Let yourself back in buddy and don’t make too much of a mess. I think it is called coexistance.
So, you can see where the emotional muck begins…
Adding to the frustration is the long known, but only in the last few months admitted and acknowledged, collapse of my long-term (human) relationship. The issue is so complicated that actual seperation is nearly impossible at this point.
Hooray.
The greatest of ironies is that others tend to think of me as something of a cheerleader. Holy hell, I can’t even lift a pompom at this point, please do not ask for more of me than small talk and trips to the coffee house.
Frankly, I wish that I liked ice cream.
Sitting in front of the TV with a mindless and pointless Kevin Smith film, comfortable blanket, pint of frozen dairy goodness and a pal seems pretty appealing just about now.
Dino Corvino said:
I think that is my favorite yet.
I think you are areally finding something
May 3rd, 2008 at 12:57 pm #
Billie said:
Oh, Dino.
May 3rd, 2008 at 1:06 pm #
Alex said:
These are always my favorite.
May 4th, 2008 at 7:58 am #