Sticky: Dramatis Personae
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too_quietTo wit: a running list of the characters and places that may or may not appear regularly in my posts
Me
A “kid-sized adult” (hence the collection of naughty ponies). Entirely too educated for my own good. Collector of cute things. Wearer of vintage clothing. Equestrian. Episcopalian. Neurodiversity advocate. Old enough that I sometimes put two spaces after a period. Effectively poor most of the time because horses. Sometimes I write for actual money, but mostly I work at Day Job. I have a bunch of tattoos and hair that changes color without notice. This bio makes me sound far cooler than I actually am.
The Dogs
Fuzzbucket the Wonder Pup: My service dog. The friendliest, wiggliest, fuzziest rough-coated Jack Russell you’ll ever meet. Loves cheese, hates baths, also sometimes alerts to other peoples’ anxiety. Has flown on airplanes and attended the opera.
The Empress: Full title - The Empress of the Known Universe. Elderly female smooth Jack Russell. 14 pounds of pure drive and attitude, only slightly mellowed by age and deafness. Amazing farm dog and basically a holy terror in all other respects. Perpetrator of the Great Paperback Massacre of 2014. Hogs the bed.
The Ponies
Princess Peach: Welsh mare of a certain age. Originally fired from her job as a kids’ pony for running off with small children on the regular. Semi-retired (and much beloved) moon rocket. The horse who made me an eventer. No one else loves jumping the way she does.
Himself: 11(ish) year old pony of unknown provenance. Lasted six weeks as a lesson horse before he got pink slipped and found his way to me. Simultaneously an adrenaline junkie and scared of his own shadow; occasionally makes me wonder whether horses can have Oppositional Defiant Disorder. 90% of our friendship is based on a mutual appreciation for Going Really Fast.
Other People and Places
Mamacita My 80-something mother (I was a late-life baby; stop thinking I’m THAT old). Itty-bitty, still as sharp as it comes, and tough as nails. Lives in another state. Will probably beat you with her cane. Don’t mess with her stuff.
The Farm: Where The Ponies live. Horses are expensive, so I also work there part-time. It’s a lot less stressful than Day Job.
Coach: My riding coach/trainer. “Don’t you dare fall off!” Is her version of encouragement.
The Church Ladies: My sisters in the Order of the Daughters of the King (it’s a lay order for women in the Episcopal Church. Mostly we pray for people.)
The Institute for Higher Learning: AKA the Day Job. I’ve been there umpty-ump years. It’s not perfect but I mostly love working there.
Me
A “kid-sized adult” (hence the collection of naughty ponies). Entirely too educated for my own good. Collector of cute things. Wearer of vintage clothing. Equestrian. Episcopalian. Neurodiversity advocate. Old enough that I sometimes put two spaces after a period. Effectively poor most of the time because horses. Sometimes I write for actual money, but mostly I work at Day Job. I have a bunch of tattoos and hair that changes color without notice. This bio makes me sound far cooler than I actually am.
The Dogs
Fuzzbucket the Wonder Pup: My service dog. The friendliest, wiggliest, fuzziest rough-coated Jack Russell you’ll ever meet. Loves cheese, hates baths, also sometimes alerts to other peoples’ anxiety. Has flown on airplanes and attended the opera.
The Empress: Full title - The Empress of the Known Universe. Elderly female smooth Jack Russell. 14 pounds of pure drive and attitude, only slightly mellowed by age and deafness. Amazing farm dog and basically a holy terror in all other respects. Perpetrator of the Great Paperback Massacre of 2014. Hogs the bed.
The Ponies
Princess Peach: Welsh mare of a certain age. Originally fired from her job as a kids’ pony for running off with small children on the regular. Semi-retired (and much beloved) moon rocket. The horse who made me an eventer. No one else loves jumping the way she does.
Himself: 11(ish) year old pony of unknown provenance. Lasted six weeks as a lesson horse before he got pink slipped and found his way to me. Simultaneously an adrenaline junkie and scared of his own shadow; occasionally makes me wonder whether horses can have Oppositional Defiant Disorder. 90% of our friendship is based on a mutual appreciation for Going Really Fast.
Other People and Places
Mamacita My 80-something mother (I was a late-life baby; stop thinking I’m THAT old). Itty-bitty, still as sharp as it comes, and tough as nails. Lives in another state. Will probably beat you with her cane. Don’t mess with her stuff.
The Farm: Where The Ponies live. Horses are expensive, so I also work there part-time. It’s a lot less stressful than Day Job.
Coach: My riding coach/trainer. “Don’t you dare fall off!” Is her version of encouragement.
The Church Ladies: My sisters in the Order of the Daughters of the King (it’s a lay order for women in the Episcopal Church. Mostly we pray for people.)
The Institute for Higher Learning: AKA the Day Job. I’ve been there umpty-ump years. It’s not perfect but I mostly love working there.
