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| so the most stressful part of my day wasn't driving my dad from Maine to home (he's not home to his house yet, but he's two states closer, and he's in my town). The trip was smooth and surprisingly easy.
The weirdest part of my day was when I helped keep a severely impaired kid from driving. He couldn't walk, couldn't talk smoothly, staggered and halted when he was moving. I hadn't seen him go in, but I wondered about his way of moving when he came out. And then the kid behind the counter said "he's tripping balls" and tried to talk him out of driving anywhere until he'd come off it, at least a little. I joined the counter kid, and finally just wound up holding the door open to the tripping kid's car. We offered to drive him, counter kid offered to drive him in his car or accompany him in my car. I guess if he'd managed to start his car and drive anywhere I would have called the cops on him.
I had a bunch of really bad moments because I kept wondering: is this kid normally like this? am I harassing the handicapped? am I missing some other clues and I should just knock him on the head and take him to the hospital? I was grateful to counter-kid who said tripping-kid was a snowboarder, an athlete, usually spoke clearly and ate half the menu - without someone else's previous knowledge I wouldn't have had the courage to stand there and keep telling him NO when he wanted us to let him drive away.
Eventually a parental person arrived and yelled at him, and thanked us, and assured us he'd get the kid home, and we drifted off, back to our usual things. I went home and ranted to my kids, and also thanked them for not pursuing that particular form of stupid, and they hugged me, even Aerin's Young Man, until I stopped shaking.
It seemed really, really important not to let him drive. Should I have done something different? | |
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| what I hope is a cherry from my neighbor's yard, in Massachusetts.
I am unspeakably glad to be home. | |
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| linden from yesterday, in Maine | |
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| Dear Brain,
Sometimes I wish you could be a leeetle bit more metaphorical. Frex, listening to you sing "I'll carry (breath) you home (breath) toniii-yiii-yii-yiiight" all night long was a bit much. Especially since you didn't know what to do next and sang all the stupid chorus about how we are young, and we're not. We're old, and my dad is positively ancient, and he's the one being carried home. Today. I do not really need to be reminded, I'd rather sleep. Really.
I will try to feed you better material if you will please try not do deal in cliches and sterotypes.
only somelove,
lee
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| internet fail last night, don't know why
I'm in Maine again. I had to farm out Alice to another family that can actually wake up in the morning, so that she could get to school. Aerin's last day was yesterday. I am more freaked out about Aerin's last day of school and graduation than I am over her going to college in the fall. Possibly because the last day is here, now, and college is still out there somewhere...
My dad continues to improve. He had a visitor from work when I got there, and then two friends from here (he says his only friends, from here, but I am thinking he accounts friends differently) who I love dearly, and have an invitation to stay with them next time instead of in the hotel. He had clothes on, and the PT wanted him to try a drive in the car.(!?!) so we did. I've got Al's car this time, we stretched him out in the front seat, reclined as far as it could go, and propped his head up with a backpack and a sweatshirt, and off we went. He was comfortable, cheerful and chatty. I came thisclose to just driving him home. Really. The distance and the frustration are, well, frustrating.
I'll visit some more this morning, but I promised the fambly I'd be back in time to make supper.
Traveling Lee travels. | |
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| argh.
oddly tenuous today, slightly almost rainy. I was so tired I did nothing until it was time for a lesson, and then I could only just think about walking.
Suzanne said our judge was hard but fair, the comments were correct, the range of marks was small but varied in proportion to my correctness. Then she made us canter the long sides and trot the short sides of the extremely small ring. And not pull. And it was hard. And yet, we did it.
I have organized my fambly such that I can go see my dad tomorrow and come home Wednesday, which will be a LOT of driving but make up for not seeing him last weekend, or next weekend, or the one after (Aerin's graduation). | |
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| Oh!! I remember seeing this when we had a partial solar eclipse over New England years ago:
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| holy crap I'm tired. and hot. and sweaty.
a 2:00 ride is cushy unless you have to wash the horse first. Maybe I just overwork the whole thing. No, I take it back. A 2:00 ride is cushy no matter what. I slept until 8:00 this morning which I never do on a show day.
Anyhow. First level test 1, final score of 59.3, final place of 5th which is nice because I haven't had a pink ribbon yet, almost tied with the friend I agreed to work to tie with. We were each thinking about coming in last, and agreed an attempted tie was a much better goal. 62.5 we were aiming for; she got 58.9 with one course error, I got 59.3 without. Next time, she gets to be high score, right?
I finally wore my lovely lovely jacket and I was SO HOT. I need to think about a cooler shirt.
I also need to figure out how to make a running braid that doesn't fall out. Also maybe invest in some braiding materials, because I held her braids together with black electrical tape today. I had a french braid but it came out. So I did hunter braids and they looked stupid. So. Rethink that aspect.
Just riding one horse, one test at a show is a very different experience from helping in the morning and then riding a test or two and then helping put away and then eventually going home. Also! coaching! which I think I really love. It gets me more out of my head, and more onto the horse's back and less clenched and pulling. | |
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| Alice's party today. five flying girls, and then an afternoon of games. Plus cake. And whipped cream.
Headache all day today, which was subdued but not killed with drugs.
went up to the barn and cleaned tack and loaded up the trailer for tomorrow. I'll go up tomorrow and wash the mare, and then load up and go. | |
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| no part of today went as planned
No help on with the Sunday show, Alice was home with a migraine hangover
no ride, on account of same
Red Kate came by with shiny teeth and good cheer, and visited a little
I realized I could dye my own embroidery thread with permanent markers, which is liberating and pretty amusing
I like the back of this circle batter than the front, but Alice likes the front better. I think the energy is better on the back
Alice's party is tomorrow. Onward. | |
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