It snowed! Locksley had a great time.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Guilt.
One of the hardest things I've ever had to do was decided to sell my horse.
Having a horse was transformative for me. I knew nothing, bought a 6 month old filly, and had a painful, brilliant, amazing experience learning how to train her.
When I had to leave Washington State, where we lived, I should have left her there. But I had lost a lot of things, and I didn't want to give up one more. So I had her hauled across the country.
That's the part I really regret. Not actually selling her. I moved her to North Carolina, and sold her there, all the while wishing I had just left her in Washington with the people and horses she had lived her entire life with.
I hadn't really realized that this made me feel guilty. It was 100% the right thing to do to sell her and move away from North Carolina. But I felt guilty.
That guilt caught up with me. I was browsing various resources online for work when I came across the Animal Legal Defense Fund. They had on their website a campaign about a horse starvation case in North Carolina. And I was promptly launched into a anxiety attack when I saw this image (compared below, with a picture of the horse I had - the full effect diminished by one horse having a winter coat and the other having a spring one).
I left 10 minutes early to so I drive, like a madman, home to compare pictures. I convinced myself it wasn't her, only buy the left hind sock being a different height.
I promptly donated some money to ALDF, though. And it also prompted me to try to track down the people I had sold her to. I'll let you know how it goes.
Having a horse was transformative for me. I knew nothing, bought a 6 month old filly, and had a painful, brilliant, amazing experience learning how to train her.
When I had to leave Washington State, where we lived, I should have left her there. But I had lost a lot of things, and I didn't want to give up one more. So I had her hauled across the country.
That's the part I really regret. Not actually selling her. I moved her to North Carolina, and sold her there, all the while wishing I had just left her in Washington with the people and horses she had lived her entire life with.
I hadn't really realized that this made me feel guilty. It was 100% the right thing to do to sell her and move away from North Carolina. But I felt guilty.
That guilt caught up with me. I was browsing various resources online for work when I came across the Animal Legal Defense Fund. They had on their website a campaign about a horse starvation case in North Carolina. And I was promptly launched into a anxiety attack when I saw this image (compared below, with a picture of the horse I had - the full effect diminished by one horse having a winter coat and the other having a spring one).
I left 10 minutes early to so I drive, like a madman, home to compare pictures. I convinced myself it wasn't her, only buy the left hind sock being a different height.I promptly donated some money to ALDF, though. And it also prompted me to try to track down the people I had sold her to. I'll let you know how it goes.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Jaleo
Because it's almost dinner and I'm hungry...
My favorite restaurant of all times: Jaleo.
I had never even HAD tapas until I visited this place, and it was completely by good fortune. The first year Sam and I were dating I took him to see Titus Andronicus at the Shakespeare Theatre Company in Downtown, DC. It was a fantastic play - one of Sam's favorites, and visually stunning. Once it was over, though, we were starving. Fortunately one or two doors down was Jaleo.
To me the tapas premise is generally genius: small servings of a variety of thoughtfully composed dishes. But, my experience at Jaleo did prompt me to try out every (and I mean EVERY) tapas joint I came across and I have to say none of them (!!!) could really hold a candle to Jaleo.
That's enough. If I write any more I will die - either from hunger, or from disappointment when I finally do eat something not tapas.
My favorite restaurant of all times: Jaleo.
I had never even HAD tapas until I visited this place, and it was completely by good fortune. The first year Sam and I were dating I took him to see Titus Andronicus at the Shakespeare Theatre Company in Downtown, DC. It was a fantastic play - one of Sam's favorites, and visually stunning. Once it was over, though, we were starving. Fortunately one or two doors down was Jaleo.
To me the tapas premise is generally genius: small servings of a variety of thoughtfully composed dishes. But, my experience at Jaleo did prompt me to try out every (and I mean EVERY) tapas joint I came across and I have to say none of them (!!!) could really hold a candle to Jaleo.
That's enough. If I write any more I will die - either from hunger, or from disappointment when I finally do eat something not tapas.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Nostalgia
I pretty frequently get hankerings for old favorites. My my recent has been for the movie Ladyhawke. Thank goodness for YouTube.
It stars Rutger Hauer which is why I like it. I do enjoy the running dialogue Philipe "The Mouse" Gastone has with God through the whole movie, but the very best part is Rutger Hauer's character Navarre. I freely acknowledge that I haven't seen a lot of Rutger Hauer movies. And I admit I probably like the idea of Rutger Hauer than actually Rutger Hauer. But I think I can be excused for that, because his name is really fun to say. Rutger Hauer.
At any rate. Ladyhawke is a good 80's movie. Complete with terrible (and by terrible I mean awesome) 1980s soundtrack. It follow the genre of movies I was into as a unicorn loving little girl - action/fantasy. Medieval! Magic! Church! People Who Turn Into Animals! A Man Who Dresses In Black and Rides a Horse! Enough to make my 6 year old heart swoon.
Anyway. Enjoy!
It stars Rutger Hauer which is why I like it. I do enjoy the running dialogue Philipe "The Mouse" Gastone has with God through the whole movie, but the very best part is Rutger Hauer's character Navarre. I freely acknowledge that I haven't seen a lot of Rutger Hauer movies. And I admit I probably like the idea of Rutger Hauer than actually Rutger Hauer. But I think I can be excused for that, because his name is really fun to say. Rutger Hauer.
At any rate. Ladyhawke is a good 80's movie. Complete with terrible (and by terrible I mean awesome) 1980s soundtrack. It follow the genre of movies I was into as a unicorn loving little girl - action/fantasy. Medieval! Magic! Church! People Who Turn Into Animals! A Man Who Dresses In Black and Rides a Horse! Enough to make my 6 year old heart swoon.
Anyway. Enjoy!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
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