Monday, December 31, 2012

resolve . . .

wolfy resolves to be here a little bit more in 2013 because there's so much left to be done!

meanwhile, this morning the sky was filled with pink clouds and it was 26 degrees when i walked out the front door to go help a friend with her broodmares and yearlings.

tonight the air is pregnant with coming rain, the fire quells anxiety, there's a ski dinner of creamed chicken with mushrooms and peas on the menu, and tomorrow there will be black-eyed pea fritters so plentiful that luck will have no choice but to move in.


Thursday, December 27, 2012

Loose Horse

we watched the races from Santa Anita last night, and something interesting happened in one of the races: a big grey named By By Inheritance, who was not favored to win, broke from the #1 hole side by side with all the other horses, stumbled in his first few strides and dumped his jockey, from there By By Inheritance ran on riderless and quite efficiently passed the field on the inside rail, he was not panicked, but determined, he took the lead and held the lead for the entire race, "winning" by two lengths (not really because he was disqualified with no rider). It was nerve wracking as hell, because a loose horse is always a danger to the rest of the field and to himself, and it was unusual because loose horses don't usually run the race, they go to the outer rail, or trail behind, but this was quite beautiful to see; a horse running his race unfettered by a rider who would have made completely different decisions in strategy to get to the finish line. By By Inheritance's stride was big and game and easy - perhaps, if he runs again, with a rider, the trainer will learn something from seeing his big grey run unhindered - it was something all horseman can appreciate and learn from.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Take Me With You

i made this little cartoon called Take Me With You this morning for the beautiful white dog that i pass on my walk every day, she longs to leave her little kennel behind the soybean field . . .

Monday, December 3, 2012

Throw

Just so you know, Wolfy does not throw like a girl. Or hit a ball with a bat like a girl. This is a skill that came late in life, much to Wolfy's surprise. She went to her nephew's birthday party a few years back and they had one of those pitching machines and all the dads and the boys were hitting the balls, so my husband jokes, why don't you get up there and hit a ball? And a horrible flashback of Junior High came to me and I hesitated but then I put down the half eaten piece of birthday cake and I sauntered over and asked one of the dads for the bat, he looked at me just like the boys looked at me all those years ago, and well, I told him to get out of the way, and I took a stance that was as stance like as I could take and the pitching machine whirred and spit out a spit ball or a curve ball or something like that and I swung and hit the ball so hard it went over the trees and into the neighbor's yard and the boys all went WOW and the dad's went SHIT and my husband smiled and said, Where in the hell did you learn to hit like that? And then my brother in law says, aw that was beginner's luck, so I said put another ball in the machine and the boys ran over and put two balls in and whir-whir whoop here came another and I blasted it over the bouncy birthday trampoline across the culvert and the creek where my nephew is not allowed to go and then another ball came and I hit that one with a subtle crack and it was gone, gone, gone.

My husband bought me a Derek Jeter ball pitching machine for the yard and I used it all that summer until I got tired of looking for balls in the woods.

And then came the day I went with my friend Sara to the big pond with the dogs and we were throwing tennis balls for the dogs and I threw the balls almost clear across the pond and Sara asked me, Wow, did you ever play softball? And I said God NO, I was pathetic when I was a kid. And she asked me if I wanted to come play on her softball team, just come one night and blow everyone away.

I never went . . . I should have.

Tonight, I cleaned out the fridge and found a bag of oranges that were past their prime  - about 8 or 9 of them. So I took them out on the deck and lobbed them in the woods - about 100 yards away - each throw was better than the last and my arm felt golden.