neigh, fair maiden, get thee to your trusty steed...

Last week I was obsessively knitting on the 2x2 rib raglan and this week all knitting was cast aside to read Seabiscuit by Laura Hillenbrand. Yes, I know I am the LAST person in the world to read it--shaddup already. I was kind of obsessed with the movie and started reading the book and can't get enough--I'm nearly finished. It's been a long time since I picked up a book I couldn't put down. The only other book that absorbed me so completely was Anne Rice's Interview with The Vampire, which I read in one day (very unusual for me) and my favorite book of all time To Kill A Mockingbird. Well, I have to throw in Coming of Age in Mississippi by Anne Moody, too. Ah, heck, I was trying to make a point...

Anyway, I was previously somewhat possessed by horse information and now I'm demonically and awesomely possessed. If you gave me a job of staring at one horse for eight hours a day every day, well, I'd take the job without hesitation. Yet another rabbit hole is opening up for me to fall through. I hope to take some lessons before the year is up so I can get horsey with it. If you offered me a horse but told me I had to quit school, I wouldn't even blink before saying "the horse, please." Neigh, fair maiden, you have lost your mane as well as your brain... Gah, work has been terrifically soul-squashing this week. I would do almost anything to get out of it. *The visualization: a poor animal caught in a steel trap chewing away at its own leg to escape.* I was going to write a commentary on the killing of Bobo, but what's the use? I could have written the news story the day the big cat disappeared.