Monthly Archives: July 2017
Picasso got his July 4th watermelon early along with a cool shower. I worry about his pink skin under the white coat because it has no melanin to protect it from the sun. He wears a fly mask 24-7 from mid April to October to protect his eyes from flies & sun & he actually welcomes the protection. He does not have a pink or blue eye even on his white side, but the skin around his eye is pink & there is evidence his iris doesn’t have total melanin consistency in that eye. He still rings true to his “Holy Horse” nickname from his boarding stable days because the melanin deficits in his brain are inconsistent. His brown patches, primarily on his left side, create the mixed benefits. He still has holes he is subject to fall into in his brain, especially if he is startled, but time & soulmate trust have mellowed him quite a bit. He only panicked once briefly during his hose shower, when he has been known to go ballistic & tear down the cross tie poles which then become field anchors trailing behind his escape run sense he’s still tied to them. Horse owners always know to tie slip knots in case of panic, but they don’t help when they’re out of reach. I’ve owned him for 12 years now & finally I can spray him down with fly spray instead of having to wipe him down (which meant I got as much on my hands as on him). That would be because for all of those 12 years there was never a 2nd pair of hands to steady him & disrupt the panic avoidance behavior. Finally I’ve accepted that family & staff are a thing of the past and there are never going to be additional hands so it’s just me & him & my knees don’t let me escape as quickly, so we just have to negotiate quicker now. Now that I’ve accepted that it’s always just going to be the two of us figuring it out, amazingly his disposition seems to be matching up & things are much better. He’s still unpredictable, but I like him that way because my life has become so boring I bore myself.
We had quality barn time & I enjoyed my session with my therapist in spite of the heat & my knees that kept asking if we could please go back inside to rest. The kevlar quality brace on my left knee actually decreases the pain in the right knee so I don’t plan to get fitted for that brace unless I have problems when I try riding again, soon I hope. I still have to order stirrups that will improve my foot angle to lesson the stress on the knees & PC’s health papers are now in transition to the state vet office for the 6 month extension which will let me cross state lines until Christmas. Normally that would be time to get new ones, but we will see what’s happened or happening with the knee replacement then. We both long for the days when we could just saddle up & head out without having to load up & travel.
Back inside my mind is attacked by our state of crazy politics & a world determined to go to hell in a hand basket. On this 241st anniversary of the original July 4, 1776 the Sons of Liberty would not be very proud of us. Picasso, Bella & I may not have had a dramatic 4th, but maybe that’s because some of us can’t take the luxury of entertaining ourselves as if Freedom & Liberty are guaranteed tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, ever. We have legislators, whom we elected to protect our freedoms creating, sponsoring, supporting & issuing us legislation that includes punishment / reward blackmail language to get us to vote for what they want, not what we want. They’ve wrapped Marxist / Socialist values in pretty promises that they just want us to have the chance to vote when we elected them to protect us from ever having to consider those values as beneficial to the freedoms that were won in 1776. Nevermind that Regional Governance is anathema to our beloved Constitution. We are supposed to succumb to Marxist Communitarianism as suddenly being more valuable than individual property rights and self governance through keeping those who govern within reach. They even stoop to saying it is the Christian thing to do to legally bind ourselves to share with other counties beyond Communitarian layers of empowered, unreachable boards. If my pastor is not supposed to recite political rhetoric from the pulpit, then I thank my politicians not to attempt to preach for politics what they obviously do not comprehend except for self serving out of context euphemisms.
Communitarianism itself means one thing to the Left & another to the Right. However, since the Lib/Progressive Left has seeded itself in the academic / administrative seat of government policy it is the Left view that is represented under Regional Governance. Why don’t we just forget Independence Day & put ourselves back under British rule if we think distance governance is best. Do we really think that elected officials who abandoned us when they were within reach will be more receptive of our public voice when they are safely empowered beyond Regional Governance ramparts? How about equal rights for voters expecting freedom of conscience instead of a ballot box full of Regional Governance punishment / reward dictates? Surely the Sons of Liberty would not have bowed to such manipulation without representation.
I did not have to work today so I fell back asleep after I turned on the 6:00 A.M. talk radio show I follow. A friend called at 7:30 to ask “Who is Richard?”. After I recognized the voice I had not heard in months I countered, “Haven’t you heard him before? He calls in almost every day.”
“I thought you might know him because you call in a lot right after his call.”
“Actually, I once offered a $50.00 reward to anyone who would rat him out because I think I deserve to know who I am listening too.”
“Does the host know him?”
“He swears he does not, as did his predecessor before him.”
“Is Richard his real name?”
“It’s just a name we gave him & now we call him Richard Marx because he sounds so much like Karl we thought he needed that last name.”
“He also says he is a millionaire, but I don’t buy it because as much as he likes to brag he would not have waited two years calling in before he made that announcement.”
I would have followed with my belief that he is a fake persona all around because I’m a pretty good profiler & the persona he portrays is all over the board & impossible to profile, thereby indicating it’s fake. However, I had made my way out to my stable to feed my horse & the next door train decided to pass through so conversation sort of got off track while I begged a temporary pause. Post train, I intended to add that he used to annoy me, but now I just appreciate that he lessens my research time because he is a plethora of Left Wing Lib/Progressive/Marxist dialogue fast tracked for daily deliverance. Between him & Alexa’s morning Flash Briefings I get a pretty good gist of what is percolating in the Lib/Progressive/Marxist world. (Yes, Alexa is one of them too, evidenced by the fact her flash briefings are courtesy of NPR & she always gives me weather for some city in Egypt because she can’t understand or pronounce Hahira. Actually the weather is not too far off even though she can’t pronounce that Southern town correctly either. Amazon insists that if I don’t insist on erasing our conversations which she insists on recording that she will learn my Southern dialect. Nice try Amazon. You probably have some cloud vault, but I will still manually delete what I can via my Alexa controls.) One of these days I’m going to penetrate & uncover the Richard persona too. In the meantime I’ll balance my curiosity with appreciation for the anonymous, but current Marxist info.
Today was day 1 of my 7 Day Tea Detox Diet which requires at least 5 cups of a variety of teas and only 1 restricted meal a day. It was supposed to begin with a cup of tea followed by an early morning walk which I intended to happen at 5:30. Sort of didn’t happen because I drank tea last night, which kept me up til 4:00 A.M. even though it wasn’t caffeinated. I can fall asleep with a cup of caffeinated coffee in my hand, but tea wires me. I brewed my tea & called into the radio station to ask what Richard had said that initiated my re-wake up phone call. It was something about Walmart being a Marxist corporate devil that denies employees fair minimum wages. You know – the usual Marxist rhetoric about wealthy corporations being obligated to share their wealth. Actually I can agree with Walmart being a Marxist anti-Capitalist devil, but not for the reasons he recites. Having worked inside the accounting department of a Walmart supplier I am an insider to how they manipulate suppliers to topple competitors & create vast monopolies, which can’t be tagged to the Walmart name because the money is laundered through the suppliers. The Walton brothers tried to keep it honest, but once you grow beyond your ability to keep tabs on & control your greedy middle management it’s all downhill integrity wise. Because they can buy in bulk & keep so much product diversity under one roof, plus manipulate a lion’s share of competition, they are most often the wisest choice price wise. I always call it “Taking Spoils from Egypt” just like in the Bible.
Finally, tea downed & iPhone with the talk radio streaming app blaring in my pocket, Bella on leash & sunglasses safely in place I hit the streets shortly before 9:00 A.M. Hot City!!!! – Southern Style. Bet I don’t miss 5:30 in the morning. The artillery style hinged knee brace intended to extend the knee replacement delay until I can balance my surgeon’s schedule with my work schedule, the Zodiac window (most important) and my Physical Therapist out of state daughter’s work schedule (because she wants to be present to assist my first post op recover week). That’s looking like maybe January 2018, so the black torture device will be my companion in the meantime. Guess how much fun black almost kevlar strength neoprene is in S GA summer which extends well into Fall & sometimes mid-Winter. Not to mention the frustration of taking the same amount of time to walk 1 mile that I used to jog 3 miles.
The pity party was full blast midst the flowing sweat when suddenly it hit me that what I needed was a take away victory of some kind. And there it was. If I can only walk that means I can’t jog again until after my knee replacement & therefore I do not have to wear a bra for my daily mileage. Oh sweet Jesus (no disrespect felt or intended) for the first time since I was 9 years old I can now ditch the extra heat device while exercising (at least until its cool enough to value layering). I’ll still aim for 5:30, but even that will be cooler with my newly recognized clothing free pass. I still can’t toss the shirt, which was also my pre- 9 year old habit. That was another early onset milestone in my realization that it is & always will be a man’s world because they never have to forego naked chest bliss & summer heat reprieve. It may get restricted, but never completely surrendered.
Bella and I finished our hot mile & returned to the cool of our cave with me savoring my new found, mood enhancing knowledge for the future. And then – I reached to take off my sunglasses & realized I’d walked every step in the bright sun wearing my reading glasses. It appears that my future holds a lot of surprises, some new & some just various versions of not recognizing which pair of glasses I’m wearing.