Rolling along.
I have been meaning to write a post about last weekend’s… festivities. Sadly, it is a long tale, and one I am not up to telling as yet. Suffice it to say that Sunday was my Grandmother’s memorial service and my family is clearly blurring the line (or simply stepping over it) between sanity and the lack thereof.
The week has been filled with work, horses and phone calls. Since part of my job involves acting as the sales and marketing staff for my clients, I spent some time updating my website and posting various ads online for several new sale horses. 600 emails and 45 phone calls later, I believe two client owned horses have found new homes. One will be going to Colorado, the other to Kansas - so long as the contracts are signed, sealed and delivered, payment is arranged, shipping firms hired, a vet visit for interstate health certificates arranged… I sometimes wonder if selling booze during prohibition was as complex as selling horses.
Kevin and Malinda are the cute couple of the year, spending most afternoons either on the phone or here at the farm. Both are taking a motorcycle class next week, so in anticipation have been riding Kevin’s pink (he calls it magenta - semantics) crotch rocket down our farm lane. Neither knew how to ride a bike and both have bruises to show for having dumped the machine over on themselves at 5 mph. The first night both were afraid to shift for the first 45 minutes. I stood outside snapping photos and laughing, though not even thinking about getting on the bike myself.
Since, Kevin has taken his written test and has recieved his learner’s permit (Malinda didn’t quite pass, but will try again soon). He asked if I thought it would be OK to ride his bike to Chicago this weekend. Because I do not enjoy seeing my friends splattered on pavement, my response was abrubt and negative. He did ride to the gas station in Edgar, then the next day braved the wilds of Highway N to travel into Wausau. The other night Kevin disassembled the bike (in as much as he knew how) and painted all parts pink a lovely shade of blue. The bike looks a bit cooler (if a crotch rocket could ever look cool) but I do miss the pink.
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July 7th, 2008 at 9:22 pm #