We’re fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance. — Japanese Proverb
It appears quite a few people could relate to my dog hair blues yesterday. I thought a long-haired dog would actually be easier to clean up after than a short-haired dog. Maery logic said that the long hair would all clump into balls on the floor that would be easy to sweep up.
I did not know that long hair was so light and floaty. As I vacuum, the hair appears to spring into the air and fall back down behind me so that when I turn around to marvel at my clean floors, what I see are little pieces of hair that have magically reappeared on the floor.
Three days in a row of blogging. What gives? Well, today I took a vacation day because the temperature was going to hit about 25 degrees. Considering that the high tomorrow is supposed to be around 7, Wednesday 3, Thursday -1, and so on, I could not pass up the chance for some outdoor play time.
My quest for fresh air began with some cross-country skiing with friend Sue, who had me climbing lots of hills! I thought the point was to ski “down” the hills. Who knew you had to climb up one side to go down the other? Where are the tow ropes?!
Okay, so I knew about the hills, but I do like to whine. We had a great time though, despite the fact that I did skip the “Gravity Box” (short steep hill down that quickly turns into steep hill up). My doctor said I shouldn’t ski for awhile, which I took to mean that I shouldn’t “fall” for awhile, so I played it safe.
After skiing, I drove out to the place where I board Luke and met up with three other friends. We went snowshoeing through the deep snow in the neighboring woods and fields, and then we all rode in the indoor arena. Everyone had to pay attention and show a little finesse to avoid collisions.
Luke was the only non-warmblood in the ring so his short, little legs had to go pretty fast to not slow down the graceful, long-legged, big-moving horses.
Since I didn’t get any photos of skiing, snowshoeing, or riding, I stopped on my way home at the local mountain bike trail to take some tree photos and to search for Tina, a sculpture friend Sue made.
My little Nikon Coolpix does not take very good photos on a gray day so this is the best I have to offer of the tree scenary.
I was afraid I might have passed Tina by because I wasn’t sure exactly where she had taken up residence. But then I spotted something red in the woods, and there she was — a bit covered with snow, but tough girl that she is, it didn’t seem to bother her.
I’ve heard that there are cookies in Tina’s toolbox but I couldn’t get close enough because I was trying hard not to walk on the mountain bike trail and mess up the grooming that the riders worked so hard on. If you haven’t seen Tina’s story before, it’s here (better photos there too).
The result of my excursion through the deep snow were bootfuls of fluffy white stuff. One way to cool off quickly.
By the time I got home I was ravenous! I made some vegetable soup out of stuff lying around and sprinkled parmesan cheese on top.