August 6th, 2007

Dead Dog Cat

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I'm sorry that I missed the birthdays of hanue and trinityday, but I was someplace totally without Internet access, and didn't get home and settled in until after midnight. Sorry, guys, but I hope that your days went very well!
Dead Dog Cat

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A couple of days back, while forestcats was driving, I finished two books.

The first was Mike Resnick's novel Starship: Mutiny, which was a fun read of SF background, set in his Birthright universe.

The second was one that forestcats urged me to read, On Talking Terms with Dogs: Calming Signals by Turid Rugaas, intended to be a training manual for dogs; interesting, but not well-written.
Dead Dog Cat

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Before we left for the weekend, I procured and read two comics. The first was The Oz/Wonderland Chronicles #2, which has good artwork, and seems to be heading into interesting territory, in that there appears to be connections between Alice's Wonderland, and Dorothy's Oz, and the two of them, older and wiser, are trying to help deal with a breakdown between the two, and the resurgence of evil witches.

The second comic is The Red Star: Sword of Lies. This comic is, at best, intermittent, but it has rather evocative artwork, and it is set in an SF/Fantasy Russia that is undergoing a transition from a Soviet-like world into its future. I find it a wonderful read, but it comes out so rarely that it's hard to follow.
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As a few of you might have noticed, we were away for the weekend. We opened up by stopping at my mother's place for Friday night, visiting shortly with one of my nieces there, as well. After the youngster was put in bed, the three of us spent the evening digging through boxes of memorabilia that my father had collected, including report cards, publications, letters, and so forth; about two-thirds of what I examined were dumped in the trash, but the remainder was bagged for future transport, including my baby book.

We followed that by watching another episode of The Sopranos on the DVD player, found that my mother STILL hadn't gone to sleep, and had a midnight snack before dozing off, ourselves.

Saturday, during the late morning, and into the early afternoon, my mother was pressing on me a large stack of my father's clothing. I admit that I found this uncomfortable, at best, but there were some items that I could (or would) wear, so we packed things up. My mother, however, wouldn't let us take them with us when we left for our mechanic's farm, up in Paso Robles, and we promised to stop by on our way back to pick up the many items.

We then drove up US 101, through the traffic jams at Oxnard and Santa Barbara, until we passed Paso Robles, and exited the freeway at San Miguel. Our friend's farm/ranch is 17 miles off the freeway; we got there in the early evening. forestcats reacquainted herself with our horses Fiddle and Mai-Mai, along with his horses, and then we sat out as the sun set and watched the stars come out. It's amazing how many more stars there are when you aren't messed up by smog and light pollution! The Milky Way was easily seen, and we saw between us some half a dozen meteors, and this wasn't a particularly busy night for that. In addition, one of our group was convinced that she was seeing a satellite, though it was travelling north/south; still, it could be. forestcats and I had a discussion as to which direction was north; I won in the morning, when the sun rose. We finished the evening, once again with season three of The Sopranos.

Next morning, forestcats had to tramp over hill and dale to find the horses. We all went off to an auction that didn't occur, and had breakfast at a diner/dive that had good, solid food. Back to the farm, everyone crashed and napped except for forestcats, who went riding on Fiddle. All the horses look fit and well-fed, what with grass and everything. We finished off by helping them load up the two young female horses, who will need to be broken for riding, as well as his whole herd of goats. Both horses are now in our corral.

We did stop at my mother's, and picked up most of the things she was giving me; I spent most of the evening, hanging it all up.

Crash and burn.