Pardon my silence
I’m too tired to really explain, but I’m working fourteen to sixteen hour days with one thing and another (job plus barn plus other stuff, etc) and that’s going to continue indefinitely, so… I’ll be back, I promise. I’m hoping “indefinitely” means “until next Saturday,” but we’ll see. By the time I get home at night, I just want to go to bed.
So here’s a blanket thanks to people who are stopping by, and to people who haven’t killed me yet for being slow on Horse Bloggers updates, and a specific thank you to Rising Rainbow for looking up the model horse stuff for me— I really appreciate it!
Other updates coming… eventually. In a week? I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and I’m pretty sure it’s not an oncoming train. Aw. I exaggerate. Of course it isn’t a train. The train hit me last Friday, and I lived through it. I think. (No, nothing bad. Just work. You know how it is. I may get my wish to go gray before thirty after all.)
What literature says about values
I find this teaser excerpt from LM Montgomery’s Rilla of Ingleside interesting, mostly for what it says about the type of book publishers thought would sell in 1985 (the book was originally published in 1920).
“Rilla-my-Rilla, what are you thinking of?”
“Everything is so changed, Walter,” said Rilla wistfully. “Even you—you’re changed. A week ago we were all so happy—and—and—now I just can’t find myself at all. I’m lost.”
Walter sat down on a neighboring stone and took Rilla’s little appealing hand.
“I’m afraid our world has come to an end, Rilla. We’ve got to face that fact.”
So the two sat there in the old valley until the evening star shone through a pale-grey, gauzy cloud over the maple grove. Walter felt, for the time being at least, that it was not such a despicable thing after all to dread the horror of war; and Rilla was glad to sympathize with him. It was one of the evenings Rilla was to treasure all her life—the first one on which Walter had ever talked to her as if she were a woman and not a child.
For those of you who don’t know, Walter and Rilla are brother and sister and the book is set during World War I.
I don’t know…. do kids today say “I want a book about the end of the world and a woman coming of age!” I get the feeling they say “Wizards! Pow! Magic! Kazaam!” This was one of my favorite books as a kid, and I was a little disappointed when I re-read that teaser text. It’s so… meh. Anyway. I find it interesting that that’s the part that was excerpted.
In other news, every kid should have to read Laurence Yep’s The Serpent’s Children.
More to the point
I just drove around town confirming, for the six billionth time, that there is no such thing as good cider up here.
The obvious solution is to return to England, yes?
So: who wants to walk Hadrian’s Wall with me next summer? I’m serious. I’ve wanted to do this since I found out they opened a National Pathway along the wall. Let’s go!
They never taught me this in math class
Apartment A is $250 cheaper than Apartment B.
Apartment A is a half-hour drive (assuming no traffic) from the barn and work. I am out at the barn four to five days a week.
Apartment B is ten minutes from barn and work.
Which do I rent?
The math says Apartment A, but I don’t know if I believe that, because the gas is going to eat into that really quickly. I should rent Apartment B, shouldn’t I?
Model Horses—Help!
Anyone have a clue re: how to find out what model an oldish Breyer is?
I found a box of my models in the shed today, and of course I don’t have the boxes. What I do have are eight or nine Breyers from the mid-1990s at least—maybe earlier. I tried looking online to figure out what models they are, exactly, but the Breyer site doesn’t seem to have a complete catalog with all their previous models (why not?!) and I’m feeling clueless here.
How does one go about researching old (but certainly not ancient) model horses?