Talking Turkey

It's been a busy day.  Pony lesson for Greta Jo, drafting and editing docs at work, planning for the next very dense week, and preparing craft projects for Greta Jo to share.

Greta Jo had her last pony lesson for the season this and she clearly loves it. Angela Ariatti has such a way. She is methodical, patient, works to the student and circumstances.  Angela has a way with Greta Jo too.   Again, two is younger than I would have started, but I so wanted her to get off to a positive experience.  If she gets turned off of horses, that may thwart any hopes of there being a sixth generation horse woman in the midst.  

Our big little two year old was on her game today too. We had such fun. She anticipated picking the groom kit, naming the tools. She was naming horse body parts on Cookie, the lesson pony, and the various kinds of tack. She asked, before her teacher, Angela, had a change, for the games plays with her, "Jump?!" (she had walked over polls); "Bucket?" (she had zig zagged around buckets) "Colours?" (she had played with bean bags, one find where hidden in the ring, the other drop in the bucket below her.) All of which got her not thinking about she was doing, strengthening her core muscles, and exercising the little gray cells. She minds Angela in a way I so wish she would me and JJ! Our little girl was awesome. I ordinarily, when I taught kiddos how to ride, don't start as early as two, but since some fam have tried and still might throw her up on a horse and scare her for life, as they did JJ, I wanted to make sure she had positive experiences from the get go.

When I held Clara Lou, while Angela had Greta Jo help put away tack, Clara Lou was mesmerized by Cookie the pony, I saw the glee in her eyes and knew that JJ and I are sunk. Time will tell, just because the girls like it today, they are girls with our genetic predisposition to be fickle that way.

I dropped off things at consignment before heading to the office to fight the fight with the paper tiger.  I owe phone calls (sorry, writing this because your voice mail box was full), but progress is being made after the dreadful (work wise) September and October.  With this progress, I hope to be caught up by months end.  In time to catch up a year's worth of accounting?  o_O

Then I spent the last bit planning the next week so that Thanksgiving day is a touch easier.  HERE'S LINK TO A PDF of my kitchen notes that will be on my fridge to keep chaotic living, distracted by shiny things-me on task. I'm so looking forward to Thanksgiving AND to Clara Lou's birthday cake of an oak tree and little acorns that will be the lovely French cake called Madelines. I have some homework reading on glazes [LINK HERE].  I adore Cooks Illustrated and would love love love to have a subscription.  I won't splurge on that until JJ and I are in better financial health.  It went to the wayside along with my monthly purchase of a bottle of wine worth aging in my modest cellar, gym membership, and and and, so many other things when ... when...

:STOP THAT!:

See what happened there?!  I got snagged by the scarcity trickster.  Trips me every time when I'm not looking. I'm tired.  That's  it.  I'm not at my best.  Sleep, and I'll get to be more productive at work.  Sleep, and my metabolism will improve.  Sleep, and I won't waste as much time being unfocused.  Sleep, and I'll have time to exercise.  Sleep, and I'll be a better example of health for our girls.  Sleep, and I'll be a softer, kinder, gentler, happier soul for our girls.

I actually have prescription from Dr. R for that from our appointment Monday last.  I kid not!  Now, if only he would make it possible too.  Docs can do that sort of thing yes?  I mean, docs have cracked open not just my Dad but also my Mom's chest cavities and performed miracles on their diseased or damaged hearts.  Surely there is something they can do to make sleep possible and create time for me to exercise?

What Dr. R?  You're not the tooth fairy?  Wait.  You mean the tooth fairy doesn't make those sorts of accommodations either?

:leaves window in search of brass lamp:

[PAUSE]

:returns disheveled and frustrated:

Well, see, yet another time waster.