I’ve been itching to start blogging again. A major career change drew me away from blogging but the career change has bought me a lot more free time too. The major changes in the blogger.com website made me quit blogging too. Google, you failed me on that one. I’m a little too active on facebook but I’m getting a little sick of that particular network.
Enough complaining. I’m back and I’m using wordpress. Hopefully, I don’t have to build yet another incarnation of this website anytime soon. I’ll be moving as much old content as I can to this new platform this summer. I’ve got a baby coming this fall so yea. We’ll see how that goes.
I wrote this really long painful blog post awhile back about the night my wife lost the horse she had for 13 years. I haven’t published it and didn’t even finish writing it for that matter. It was just a kind of catharsis where I just needed to write to cope with the situation.
A strange thing resulted from it though. It made me stop blogging. It’s like I was avoiding it because I didn’t want to be tempted to try and finish that post.
Anyway, this is my attempt at convincing myself that I don’t have to finish writing that post and that my blog can go on without it.
My wife and I were driving along a long straight back road through various farm fields on the way to the polling station to vote today. It was much further than we’d expected. We’d never been that way before. It was all farms of various kinds. In certain directions time actually stood still. There really was no way to tell if it was 2008 or 1978. It was just farm fields. I started wondering if just maybe we’d get to the voting booth and finding Pierre Elliott Trudeau’s name on the ballot.
I figured I’d post a plain old blog post for the day to day tag just because it’s been awhile.
It’s September already. I’ll be 33 in seven days or something. I’m not as bothered about getting older this year as I have been in past years. Life is good.
My wife and I have settled into married life but we’re still as silly around each other as we ever were. It’s not the cold boring married life that people expect.
We’ve got our horse boarding business up and running. We’re expecting 10 horses on the acreage by the fall with a constant flow of emails from people wanting to bring their horses. We’ve drawn the line at 10 horses this year including a young stud and a colt. We have two of our own horses as well.
Regal is Lynn’s thoroughbred. He’s come down with a bout of “cushings” and lost a lot of weight but he’s getting better.
Raine’s our newest quarter horse. She’s settled in well though she’s the only female on the pasture right now so I think she’s really milking the attention. Lynn’s been working on breaking her all summer. It’s been a longish process since we’re both working and setting up the horse boarding business.
However, I did manager to sit in the saddle yesterday without Raine throwing me off. She just looked back and saw it was me up there and went back to her oats. I figured that surely I’d get tossed off when the oats ran out like where were sand in an hour glass but I survived that too even though she did get little restless. Raine’s got a long way to go before we’re riding along the train tracks but she’s getting there.
Since I don’t feel like writing essentially the same thing twice. This is the police statement I wrote it for the local RCMP.
At approximately 4:09 PM on Sunday, July 13, 2008 I witnessed a Ford Focus, Blue, license plate KAC 396 pass me in the left lane at a very high speed heading west on Highway 16A just east of the over pass that crosses the train tracks east of Spruce Grove. I was still in the 100 zone when the vehicle passed me. (Notice how I made it crystal clear that I was NOT speeding in the construction zone because that would be wrong.) I would say he was going about 130kph in the left lane. The vehicle entered the construction zone in the left lane which is blocked off at the train crossing without slowing down. He braked hard and slammed into the barricades in the left lane at the bridge. I grabbed my camera and started taking pictures. I approached the vehicle as cars were slowing down in the construction zone. The driver got out of the car and checked the damage on his vehicle. He appeared to be the only occupant of the vehicle. He put a couple of the barricades back up and drove off still ahead of me. I followed him into Spruce Grove to see if he’s stop at the RCMP detachment but he went on past it. I stopped at the RCMP detachment and advised dispatch.
My cats aren’t mousers. I didn’t get them with the intention of having them around to catch mice. However, since I moved out of town to the acreage with my wife, each of my cats has caught one mouse each.
Yesterday, Jester, the fluffy silly cat of the three caught his mouse.
He nabbed it in the walk in closet in the bedroom while his little sister looked on in pure hateful envy. The mouse lay limp in Jesters jaws so we led Jester to the door to take the mouse outside. Normally, Jester would be meowing his little lungs out at such excitement. He was looking pretty stressed because he couldn’t meow with this mouse in his mouth. I sometimes wish he’d keep a mouse in his mouth more often.
Jester carried the mouse outside. Joey our dog bounced around making sure Jester didn’t take off into the woods or something. Jester put the limp mouse down for a moment to grasp the situation.
Much to everyone’s surprise, the mouse rose from the dead and darted under the house while Jester was looking away. The only way I can describe the look on Jester’s face when he realized his prize mouse had vanished is a look of pure “Srsly… WTF!”.
It was priceless.
While the rest of the console kids are butchering their morals on GTA IV, my wife and I have been playing Mario Kart Wii. None the less, I don’t think it matters whether cut each other down with a Mac-10 or knock each other off the road with a Winged Koopa-Shell. We still yell and swear just as much. Good times.
I once noticed a girl pass me in the mall while i was using my laptop. My laptop noticed her own laptop’s open wifi signal came and went at the same time. It was oddly poetic.
I upgrade my Flickr to Flickr Pro today and I’ve decided to move all my photos and artwork over to Flickr from my previous image gallery backbone which has been Gallery.
After attempting to upgrade my Gallery with no success and getting repetitively spammed in the comments section of the Gallery, I’ve decided to just ditch the whole thing. I’m also pretty certain based on what I have on Flickr already that more people will see my art and photos on Flickr.
Unfortunately, it’s going to be a long and tedious project but I’m in need of a project like this to kill some time.
One of the best things about living on this acreage is the short period of time it takes to make an idea into reality. While feeding the horse this morning, my wife looked at an old oil drum full of junk and decided we should burn it. Ten minutes later I had the drum rolled over closer to the house and the drum’s contents were ablaze. We’ve never had a fire like this before but by the end, most of the old patio railing was torn down and burned away; a much needed head start on rebuilding the patio this spring.
Joey basked in the sun all day and lounged around the fire. My wife and I did a lot of the same.
The temperature today was well above zero; possibly in the double digits. The snow is almost gone from the yard and the snowman is a foot shorter.
It’s going to be a long summer.