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Odds and Ends

June 22nd 2011 04:01
Days seem so slow, infinite almost, yet they are slipping by rather fast. I cant express how much I enjoy this lack of structure to the day - I have no morning, night or evening, just time. If Im tired, I nap when the baby naps. If Im not, I read or invent something - Im spending a lot of time in the kitchen. I make an effort to get out and collect wood especially if rains on the way.

My horses seem to miss me. Teshan mopes about, looking at me expectantly. I know her well enough to know that its food she wants, not attention. My dear boys, Zayfir and Magnus, would happily take both or either. I do miss Zayfir a great deal. A few weeks ago I brought him in to play with him for awhile and that was lovely. He seems to know (or simply trust) that I have a good reason for not spending the majority of my time with him, and is content to let me have it. Hes always been so reasonable like that.

The cats are another matter. Zen is the only one that actually knows whats happened, and pays as little attention as possible to the baby. That being said, she's not afraid of her or resentful, she's simply not interested. She knows what it is - offspring, and why didnt you give it away like you did with mine? Ridiculous humans! In her opinion, baby anythings are a waste of good sleeping or playing time.

Rowdy is jealous but not in the sense that something has been taken away from him. Rowd lives in a constant state of 'why me' and is always playing at being hard done by. No matter how much attention he gets, he's keen to tell you he's been shafted and why would you do such a thing to a poor innocent kitty? I think he quite loves Baby K, despite his furtive looks, Ive seen him sneak up to give her a firm smooching. Once he realizes that its actually a HUMAN that has not yet been claimed by any other cat, he'll quickly take her for his own. A human that belongs only to him has long been his dream.

His brother Sampson who owns the Kman is almost rabid with jealousy. He'll be absent all day until he hears Kman return home, then spread himself majestically across the lounge. When Kman picks up the baby and barely acknowledges him, you can see the murder plot working behind his yellow eyes.

Niah is so blissfully unaware her life has not changed. Ive often called her 'The Marilyn Monroe Cat' because of how she prettily poses and neatly pads about, until the other cats left I never realized how stupid she really was. Everytime she comes into the loungeroom, she exclaims, wide eyed "What is that hairless thing!"

My dear Ze Ze misses me, fiercely, possesively. Her life has not changed overmuch, we still cuddle and smooch and I make sure she gets the best food, the best spot near the fire and protect her from the other cats if they fight. The one, big change is that I mostly sleep on the couch now. If Im going to be up every few hours I want the kitchen near at hand so I can do what I need to and sleep again as quickly as possible. It seems way too much trouble to try to put her to bed in a seperate room to me, so we both stay in the loungeroom. Zee misses sleeping with me, and I miss her too.

My Binky bird is intrigued but good at acting nonchalant. When I least expect it, I see her peering under the edge of the stroller desperately trying to figure out this new creature. I dont let her get too close. My other birds have noticed no difference except the occasional day Im late feeding them.
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Personally....

February 13th 2009 01:03
Yesterday I started a war on fuel. As many properties in this area, our property was once a landfill. There is a huge section of it where garbage just rises out of the ground. Its a job we started so many times, but no matter what we picked up, the next heavy rain and more was revealed. Its grotty, it SUCKS....And its one of the reasons we never intended to stay here long. Didnt that plan go to hell, for so many reasons.

Five seconds out there armed with rake, bags, gloves and Ipod, I was utterly sick with fear. About an inch thick, laying on the ground across the entire paddock, was dry tinder. Small twigs, shavings of bark and so many dry gum leaves. Dry gum leaves are my favourite thing to use for lighting the fire in winter - being full of oil even when dead, they ignite instantly and give the fire a chance to start on the logs. Seeing this, I have absolutely no idea how we survived a fire disaster throughout the heatwave. I decided, it all had to go. About four hours(and some nice friction blisters) later I had done a quarter of the yard, not too shabby considering I was cleaning every inch like I do the kitchen floor!

I was especially worried that the heat would come back before I could finish, but rain is predicted well into next week. I plan to put my lunging circle up there - the soil is gorgeous. So many years of decomposition has created a lovely black soil, very soft. Good for young boys bones and joints to work on. I'll be out again today, raking in the rain.

My tooth is finally on Death Row. I called up yesterday to go on the waiting list, and when she said, "So, general checkup?" I said, No, I got a referral from my doctor, its a tooth infection. Nurse says, "What symptoms?" Oh, you know, constant earache, acute chronic sinusitis, migraines, sore throat, bad taste in the mouth, swollen face.. "What! Swollen face! Is it swollen now?" Well yeah, a little. This is a good day though. Very little swelling, not much pain. She says, "Im getting the nurse!" So I talk to the nurse. They rushed me in - Patient in pain emergency! Appointment next week. The nurse said if I have any significant swelling, go in immediately. How amazing is that? All this hullabaloolah, and they get me in in a fingersnap. Im so scared, but Im so excited. I cant believe its going to be gone. Really, gone.

Zayfir has sore teeth too, his final adults must be coming in. He keeps everything awake at night chewing on the rubber feed bin.

Shakir tried to kill me. I wasnt sure it was even happening at first - it took about four swings for me to understand he really meant to hurt me. Its possible he has a toothache too, even if his symptoms dont quite add up. He has brain damage, so its hard to rate his pain sometimes. I want to believe he has a sore tooth sharpening him up rather than think his brains finally gone offline for good.

The washing machine has decided to play silly buggers with me again. For the last two days it just stops and beeps in a most annoying fashion. Each cycle has to be manually started. I am developing a severe hatred of computerized washing machines, and I want to go back to our oldest with a spin dial. If that sucker didnt feel like agitating or spinning, you just gave it a push. It was awesome. This thing keeps telling me it has a system error. I think its actually a mouse stuck in a pipe.
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Patrick Swayze - My Hero

January 6th 2009 23:57
Lets face it girls, ever since the heartbreaking performance in 'Ghost' Swayze has been a favourite to us all. That lithe body, untamed hair and fired up attitude. No matter what role he's playing, the very relentlessness of his personality shines through, and arent we all so thankful that his costume designers thought to put him in snug jeans? Aaah....

I think I would have only been about 14 when I managed to catch an arabian horse documentary on TV. Arabians being my thing even then, it wasnt something I would miss. Imagine my surprise and delight when I found that the film was actually about Patrick - and his beautiful straight egyptian stallion Tammen.

This photo was taken from a geocities website, visit them at http://www.geocities.com/heartland/meadows/2243/tammen.html


Even though Ive done some extensive googling I cant find the film. But I remember it well. Patrick enters the dark barn in the near dawn light in the morning. Tammen whinnies his welcome, and with soft hands and voice Patrick greets his friend, whispering something to him as Tammen rolls his eyes and bellows - something about "you can smell those girls of yours" and the genuine love and respect in his voice is a beautiful thing. Not just that, but the comraderie, the trust, is dripping off his every word. I think I became fascinated by stallions about that time. I caught a sense of a deep and wonderful relationship existing between the two, and wondered how I could do it myself.

With gentle, caressing hands, Patrick saddles up his friend and he and some others go out for a ride. Of course I cant remember every minute of the film, but there is one part I'll never forget - the river crossing. Unlike the little dry creeks we have in Auz, this was an actual river. You see the other horses and riders crossing over at a low point, and they all get to the bank and say - "hey, wheres Patrick and Tammen?" They turn about to investigate.

Patrick and Tammen have moved down the river a bit, still on the opposite side. By the time the ride turns about they are high on an embankment, poised against the green and gold with reflections of water rippling across them. Both are looking intently at the water. Unspoken communication runs through horse and rider - an undercurrent of tension that flows through both as if they are the same being - and Tammen leaps! Patrick leans into the saddle, heels way down, hands high to keep the pressure from his beloved horses mouth as they jump like crazies off the high embankment and splash mightily into the river. Patricks laughing and clinging to the horse and I swear Tammen is smiling. He swims to the rest of the ride, who are watching slack jawed - and as Tammen pulls himself up Patrick starts whooping excitedly - "Did you see that! WOW! He just went for it, wasnt scared, WOW!" and Tammen is titupping those hooves all over and doing little jumps of joy, like he cant touch the ground. We sometimes call that 'treading hot bricks'.

At this stage of my life, I was a complete cowboy. I had taught myself to ride, my part arabian mare (Teshan) was kept on 600 acres, and we did nothing but race each other from one end of the property to the other. The feeling of people all together for the joy of riding, and Patricks stunt, made me feel a deep connection with him. I was quite a bold rider once I had my Teshans back, and that excitement - "Did you see that!" is all so much a part of riding on trails. The unexpected excitement of what you and your horse can do.

A website is entirely devoted to Patrick's obsession with arabians, straightegyptians.com
Really Long Link

This site is written by Robert Woodward, and Ive borrowed a quote that sums up arabian horses so beautifully -
What fascinates Patrick so about the Egyptians? "Their beauty," he says. "I like the form of the head, the proud trot, the harmonious phisique. Everything fits together and is in accord. There is a natural balance in everything. I am a dancer, and I can tell when a body is made with function in mind. A healthy Arabian is built for function! And that fascinates me."

I especially like how Patrick has specifically mentioned that he is a dancer, and therefore can measure an effective physique. An arabian horse is the dancer of the horse world, with their fluid muscle, symetrical limbs and beautiful deep faces. I watch my five dance all day, and the arabian makes everything he does as elegant as ballet.

Sadly, Tammen died on the 21 of April, 1999. I cant find any articles related to a tradgic colic or injury death, so Im hoping that Tammens death was the ever rare in horses - death by old age. My heart went out to Patrick when I heard - the death of a horse is always so hard, but when it is your most loved friend, its almost impossible to deal with. In particular, your stallion seems to get closer under your skin than any other. My old friend at Fairview Arabians had a life long friend in his stallion, and was heartbroken when his old age finally took him. Lucky for me, my stallion is only 3 years old, and we have already begun a magnificent relationship that others consider awe worthy.

And now 56 year old Patrick battles pancreatic cancer. It was quite a shock to hear it but of course, he mustered his courage and took the battle to the disease, vowing not to give up. I cant help but admire this man greatly, my heart warms as if we have sat together on many an evening chatting nonsensicals to the melody of many horses chewing their night time hay.

But the prompt to write this article has come, this morning, from Yahoo news, and this quote -

Although researchers are adamant that smoking increases the chances of somebody being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, Swayze admitted he had not
given up tobacco even though it may have caused his illness.
"I am not a non-smoker. I've seriously cut down," said Swayze, a decades-long smoker.


WHAT A MAN! Now theres a way to spit in death's eye! Cut down, sure, but quit, never! And that seems to be how he's tackling the entire issue -

However Swayze says he greeted the diagnosis with defiance.
"I have the mean-ness and the passion to say, 'To hell with you. Watch me! You watch what I pull off,'" he told Walters.

And there it is right there, what I love about the man. Defiance. Strength. Inner beauty that manifests without. No wonder the man is fascinated by arabian horses! He is one!

So here is my tribute to Patrick Swayze - Dancer, Actor, Singer, Taker of hearts - Horse lover and friend to the animal world, Fighter......And most importantly, from my point of view.....Smoker.



*The pic above was taken from a geocities website to which I have linked and was originally taken by Polly Knoll. It is a famous poster. If this picture has been used outside of public domain authority please inform me and I will remove it immediately. Quotes are from straightegyptians.com and authored from that site by Robert Woodward. All other Quotes from Yahoo News*
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Birds

December 15th 2008 23:15
I know I keep saying it, but those baby Koels are throwing out our whole bird population.

The currawongs are SO compassionate - they dont want to feed them anymore, indeed, dont want to be anywhere near them, yet they continue to return to the wide open mouths and flapping wings, trying to encourage the babies to hunt, or at least come to us for some free snacks. The Koals are stubborn, cuckoo childs, who stubbornly refuse to hunt and even droop their wings miserably in a bid to convince their foster parents they will die of starvation. The currawongs nip through the trees, swinging almost, through the tinyest of gaps and scuttling along branches. When their adopted chicks try this, they wobble in an ungainly fashion. When they try to fly, their huge wingspan fills the spaces between the woody trees, almost catching their wingtips, so they have to land again quite quickly. Both parents and children are confused at the difference of their movements. But the currawongs are desperately trying to wean them, they look so tired, so stressed. I really hope they wont be too worn out after the enfants terrible and have some of their own


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Horsey Ramble

September 9th 2008 02:21
Ah. So much is going on in my head.

I should be in full on find job mode. You Know. New resume, on the seek sites and out there canvessing. Looking into things. Since Ive been home all Ive done is clean house and chop wood and cook....I want my house back, my place. Kman loves it. We are both wishing this could just go on and on. Its amazing how when Im here, all falls into place lovingly and beautifully. As if timed by a wizard


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Mouse in the sock!

June 1st 2008 03:41
Yep, I was wearing it.

Im going to try and gather together some stories of funny things that happen on property.....Im feeling a bit brain dead, so the best I can come up with is the above, but let me tell you that one


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What I miss out on...

February 26th 2008 05:21
When Im at work, I miss out on so much. Today I joined a bird site to share all the news of birds in my yard and Ive learned that compared to most people, Im blessed. The variety and tameness of our bird life is pretty unique....And I know, I know, its wrong to feed them, but they come for the horse and the duck food anyway, whats a little meat and fruit between friends?

The reason I joined was primarily for this little fella


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DuckTales plus Herd pics

June 15th 2007 05:38
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Storm View

Im going to begin today with a little storm view. Today faked me out - I thought the sun was gonna shine, but hoorah harray it rained instead!
Ducks
Talli and the big Wisti Wyrm!

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Kleo's mind....

April 26th 2007 03:10
Just to warn you....This post may ramble a bit.
I tried to upload a video of ducki for you all, but couldnt quite manage it.
You know those scenes in movies where the superhero gets their powers? Poor ol spiderman, sweating like a beast and falling on the floor, Halle Berry scrabbling at the ground cos her senses are trippin. I feel a bit like that now. A quick description? Complete and utter exhaustion. Yet my senses are awake and alive, my brain wont stop. I tried to go back to bed yesterday and laid there like I had electricity flooding through me, only to get up and wander like a zombie. Now, at that time of the month, Im usually drained and tired, but this is RIDICULOUS man


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The Midnight Visit

April 20th 2007 22:56
First, I should mention, I should not be here. I have blogging addiction. I havnt had my proper fix this week so Im squuezin in a quickie....Im supposed to be feeding horses ducks mad bad mynah birds but I just had to update....
Last night did not go well. Duck2 (hesitantly named Ash) broke free of her shell but the membrane was bloody and brown. Not good. Even worse, a fleshy sack has remained from the umbilicus. I dont think its my fault, I think something was wrong with her development, but long story short, we had to move her away from Wistiful Wyrm and the other two eggs in case of contamination. I did not think she would survive the night - She has, but it would take a miracle for her to live.
We have performed miracles before


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Memory.
I remember, being a little girl, and begging my Mummy and Daddy for a horse. I remember setting up a stable in the garage, I used dry grass clippings for bedding, I filled the bucket with fresh water everyday and planned out every aspect of how I would keep said horse. These memories are without colour and scent and that visceral impact, but still, they are there.
I remember, years later, when I was seeing Dad for the first time in years, staying at his house two nights a week so we could go horse riding. I remember the heat haze in the air, the scent of horses and the quiet of summer afternoon when I came back from the canteen to see a brand new saddle and blanket sitting on the fence....And it was mine. Dad had bought me a horse. Not when we were prosperous, oh no, that would be too simple, he had to do it when we were poor, quickly buy up 3 horses, then vanish, promising me he would pay for them only to profess later that he couldnt


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