Tuesday, December 6
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gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
Good sleep. Nice to be back to my "normal" mildly dysfunctional sleep cycle, I was getting up later during the holidays because my Sweetie was feeding the cats, whose normal function in our ecosystem is to scream at me to get out of bed.
I right away needed to address a small task for our Pottery Communications Committee, which was to try to answer simple questions for the executive board about what my upcoming (maybe, if they don't veto it) workshop that is a throwing refresher.
Apparently the executive (really, it's only this one person, S) who is now demanding that we present a full explanation of our proposed workshops, the materials we'll use, the topics covered, how long we think it will take, and on and on before they "approve" of it.
Since when have people needed approval before getting together to share our knowledge? We're not charging ANYTHING for the workshops. They always come with the caveat of "We're not professionals, take it with a grain of salt" and it harms no one.
Sigh.
So talking with D to clarify one or two points just led to frustrating feelings about S again, and the feeling of helplessness and hatred of tyranny that comes with it.
Again, looking forward to working at home, and perhaps finding some peace finally. I have some worries about firing at home, but other people do it. We can learn.
Then I spoke with Trainwreck, who is finding her lack of computer skills to be a real setback in life these days, but also feels like it's some kind of virtue to remain ignorant. In truth, she's probably deeply afraid of computers.
She's dealing with some legal stuff to do with her son's deceased father (indirectly) and the lawyer wants to email her information, but she is forcing him to use regular mail, and he is sort of upset about that.
Also, the pottery studio she wants to work at doesn't want her to show up at the first class with cash, they want her to e-transfer money to them, which she has never done. To be fair, I don't understand them being unwilling to take cash when she shows up. They could write her a receipt or something.
She was, I think, hoping I would rally at her side, saying that it's everyone else's fault for not still taking checks and cash and so on, and it's unconstitutional to think people should have emails.
I tried to be firm and honest with her, and said "email has been almost a standard for communication for more than 25 years now. You are like an Amish person to modern people. "
Then she told me that at the farm where Sister E boards her horse, one of the farm owner's horses was shot right in the yard near the house. Dead, shot to the chest.
I will jump to me calling Sister E. It was NOT at her friend's farm. It was at a farm down the road a mile from that farm, but still someone she used to be neighbors with when she lived on her acreage.
From what little she's heard, the horse was found dead, presumably shot in broad daylight, likely from someone sitting in their truck on the road in front of the property. The owner of the horse has oddly not involved the police yet.
In my mind, that makes me think that the owner knows who did it, and it might be some kind of sketchy feud going on between them, but over something illegal so they don't want the police involved.
WEIRD.
I don't rule out drug stuff, people owing money, some other illegal exchange, or a personal vendetta.
It could also totally be random drunk assholes, but then I don't know why you wouldn't have called the police the second you found the horse.
According to my sister, this person didn't even retrieve the slug from the horse for the police. If she calls them a week after, what good would that do?
Moving on.
I went to see River, all jangly and upset over pottery drama and horse drama, and just anxiety over everything wrong with the world.
R was in the barn when I got there, and she worked with a horse for some of my session with River.
My Sweetie popped in to say "hi" on his way home, which was nice.
I thought River did really well today. More responsive to cues, softer in general, and good focus. We did Liberty work with R and her horse working, and River stayed focused on me very well.
In our ridden work today, he didn't rush the trot to the right, and didn't pull out to the wall when I worked him on a smaller circle within the arena. I wonder if he's been tight or something the last while, and something finally loosened up.
It was only around -10 C, and was nice for working.
More chatting with R as we cleaned up the barn for the night.
I brought some threaded needles with me to the barn because I noticed that River's blanket had another rip. Rather than have to haul his blanket home and fix it and haul it back again, I was able to sew it up on the spot. Yay!
Then I went home, happy that the roads have all been scraped clear finally. The stars are very bright tonight.
My Sweetie had supper ready, and we sat and chatted before he headed to bed.
Good sleep. Nice to be back to my "normal" mildly dysfunctional sleep cycle, I was getting up later during the holidays because my Sweetie was feeding the cats, whose normal function in our ecosystem is to scream at me to get out of bed.
I right away needed to address a small task for our Pottery Communications Committee, which was to try to answer simple questions for the executive board about what my upcoming (maybe, if they don't veto it) workshop that is a throwing refresher.
Apparently the executive (really, it's only this one person, S) who is now demanding that we present a full explanation of our proposed workshops, the materials we'll use, the topics covered, how long we think it will take, and on and on before they "approve" of it.
Since when have people needed approval before getting together to share our knowledge? We're not charging ANYTHING for the workshops. They always come with the caveat of "We're not professionals, take it with a grain of salt" and it harms no one.
Sigh.
So talking with D to clarify one or two points just led to frustrating feelings about S again, and the feeling of helplessness and hatred of tyranny that comes with it.
Again, looking forward to working at home, and perhaps finding some peace finally. I have some worries about firing at home, but other people do it. We can learn.
Then I spoke with Trainwreck, who is finding her lack of computer skills to be a real setback in life these days, but also feels like it's some kind of virtue to remain ignorant. In truth, she's probably deeply afraid of computers.
She's dealing with some legal stuff to do with her son's deceased father (indirectly) and the lawyer wants to email her information, but she is forcing him to use regular mail, and he is sort of upset about that.
Also, the pottery studio she wants to work at doesn't want her to show up at the first class with cash, they want her to e-transfer money to them, which she has never done. To be fair, I don't understand them being unwilling to take cash when she shows up. They could write her a receipt or something.
She was, I think, hoping I would rally at her side, saying that it's everyone else's fault for not still taking checks and cash and so on, and it's unconstitutional to think people should have emails.
I tried to be firm and honest with her, and said "email has been almost a standard for communication for more than 25 years now. You are like an Amish person to modern people. "
Then she told me that at the farm where Sister E boards her horse, one of the farm owner's horses was shot right in the yard near the house. Dead, shot to the chest.
I will jump to me calling Sister E. It was NOT at her friend's farm. It was at a farm down the road a mile from that farm, but still someone she used to be neighbors with when she lived on her acreage.
From what little she's heard, the horse was found dead, presumably shot in broad daylight, likely from someone sitting in their truck on the road in front of the property. The owner of the horse has oddly not involved the police yet.
In my mind, that makes me think that the owner knows who did it, and it might be some kind of sketchy feud going on between them, but over something illegal so they don't want the police involved.
WEIRD.
I don't rule out drug stuff, people owing money, some other illegal exchange, or a personal vendetta.
It could also totally be random drunk assholes, but then I don't know why you wouldn't have called the police the second you found the horse.
According to my sister, this person didn't even retrieve the slug from the horse for the police. If she calls them a week after, what good would that do?
Moving on.
I went to see River, all jangly and upset over pottery drama and horse drama, and just anxiety over everything wrong with the world.
R was in the barn when I got there, and she worked with a horse for some of my session with River.
My Sweetie popped in to say "hi" on his way home, which was nice.
I thought River did really well today. More responsive to cues, softer in general, and good focus. We did Liberty work with R and her horse working, and River stayed focused on me very well.
In our ridden work today, he didn't rush the trot to the right, and didn't pull out to the wall when I worked him on a smaller circle within the arena. I wonder if he's been tight or something the last while, and something finally loosened up.
It was only around -10 C, and was nice for working.
More chatting with R as we cleaned up the barn for the night.
I brought some threaded needles with me to the barn because I noticed that River's blanket had another rip. Rather than have to haul his blanket home and fix it and haul it back again, I was able to sew it up on the spot. Yay!
Then I went home, happy that the roads have all been scraped clear finally. The stars are very bright tonight.
My Sweetie had supper ready, and we sat and chatted before he headed to bed.
