Five Things As Proof of Life
Sep. 5th, 2024 10:40 pm1. The academic year has begun again and Fuzzbucket is over the moon to be back in the office full time. I begin to suspect that my service dog likes my job more than I do.
2. The Empress, on the other hand, is - per usual - FURIOUS with me for having returned to working 5 days a week and every night she tries to convince someone else at the barn (who isn’t me) to take her home with them. Which is equal parts hilarious and hurtful.
3. As I commented elsewhere, I’m fairly certain that fully half of what’s wrong with me as a person can be attributed to the fact that I was introduced to both Jorge Luis Borges and Elizabeth Hand at a tender age.
4. Himself jumped over some jump filler he’d never seen before on the first try WITHOUT having the vapors about it like a Victorian maiden, which earns him the Good Pony Award for the week. (At the farm, we jokingly refer to Himself as “Brave Sir Robin” because … yes. And if you’ve not seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail and are mystified by the reference, Google the lyrics and all will make sense).
5. There is a stage of editing a long work that resembles the part of closet cleaning where you’ve emptied your closet and all your worldly possessions are scattered all over the floor and you are questioning every single one of the obviously terrible life choices that have led you to this point, and that is currently where I am living with the Big Fic. This too will pass. I hope.
2. The Empress, on the other hand, is - per usual - FURIOUS with me for having returned to working 5 days a week and every night she tries to convince someone else at the barn (who isn’t me) to take her home with them. Which is equal parts hilarious and hurtful.
3. As I commented elsewhere, I’m fairly certain that fully half of what’s wrong with me as a person can be attributed to the fact that I was introduced to both Jorge Luis Borges and Elizabeth Hand at a tender age.
4. Himself jumped over some jump filler he’d never seen before on the first try WITHOUT having the vapors about it like a Victorian maiden, which earns him the Good Pony Award for the week. (At the farm, we jokingly refer to Himself as “Brave Sir Robin” because … yes. And if you’ve not seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail and are mystified by the reference, Google the lyrics and all will make sense).
5. There is a stage of editing a long work that resembles the part of closet cleaning where you’ve emptied your closet and all your worldly possessions are scattered all over the floor and you are questioning every single one of the obviously terrible life choices that have led you to this point, and that is currently where I am living with the Big Fic. This too will pass. I hope.