Friday was the happiest day of my life--I bought my first horse! Call on Me (Colin) is a 14 year old Oldenburg cross and now my very own dressage pony. He's super sweet and is settling in well at his new home in Harvard. He whinnies amazing loudly and is determined to be the official greeter of Elysium Farm. I rode him for the first time in 2 months today and he was a champ. Guess I should have taken photos before my lesson because by the time I remembered my camera we were both sweaty and not at our most photogenic.
The conclusion of Birthday Week (TM) included tickets for tonight's performance by the World Famous Lipizzaner Stallions. The horses are beautiful and the riders talented. Although, it was incongruous to see dressage in a hockey arena and I still regret not seeing a show when I was in Vienna.
After a good interview this morning I was relaxing on the couch at home. Byron was in a nest of blanketing we made for him in the bathroom so he would be away from noise and stress. We had been syringe feeding him all week and planned to be back at the vet this afternoon for a followup because he wasn't improving. I heard a meow and rushed to attend to him. (He hadn't meowed in days). I held him up, trying to tilt his head forward because he was vomiting. He was writhing and seemed to be gasping. Then he was still. After a few minutes, I collected him into his carrier case and brought him to the vet's office where the same doctor who had seen him last Friday at 11am confirmed that he had died.
I miss my soft cat.
Here are some photos from the first day I adopted him through March 13th of this year. It is so surprising how suddenly he took ill.
My Byron-cat is sick again. He's accepting food by syringe but has lost at least 6 pounds and is laboring to breathe. We are treating for hyperthyroidism and I hope that is all. Ultrasound is next if he doesn't improve by tonight.
*** I had lovely train rides for a visit with Heather in the Hudson Valley this past weekend. My friends are too far away. Finished reading Out Stealing Horses. Petterson's spare prose is somehow expansive enough to defend the complex narrative structure without ever collapsing. It's as close to a well-built campfire as I can imagine fiction can achieve.
*** I have a few finished bits of knitting to show once camera and daylight find themselves in the same room together. I experimented with hair color. It's toned down since this photo but I may go all blonde next time.
Thor had a dental cleaning today! Operation fresh breath complete. I came down with the flu on Friday and haven't made it out of bed since. This is bad stuff. I *think* I might be able to go in to work tomorrow, if I don't lose a lung in my sleep. Meanwhile, goofy dog and pre-plague knitting...
Radiohead's latest album, "In Rainbows," has been in constant play in my car since last week. It often takes me a while to become comfortable enough with a new release to let it run straight through like old favorites--"In Rainbows" is instantly familiar and interesting without being distracting. I may just know the songs from their latest tour but it's just the music I need right now.
Job search progressing on the hood of a snail, it seems. I knit on...
Marlo is showcasing my love for The Fibre Company's Terra blend. I knit my Sienna Cardigan out of this yarn last year. Elated, of course, to have found a batch of Black Walnut on sale at Woolgirl. Reverse stockinette is a nice treatment for variegated yarn, especially over sweater-sized expanses. Thor became impatient with my Ott-Light photo shoot taking over his side of the couch.
I may have abandoned a few projects mid-row in favor of working the single ply merino/silk/alpaca goodness of Marlo. I'll come back to the Shawl-Collar Cardigan and the Minimalist Cardigan soon. There are at least two other piles of sweater parts that need to become FOs in 2008.
P.S. The office sheep (part of a pair) was an art project abandoned by the owner's daughter after graduation.
No blossoms to festival this weekend but Sundara sent me some of her Cherry Blossom yarn!
Friday night I met an old friend at the Tabard Inn for drinks. Go! We had our cocktails in a "great gatsby" livingroom lounge with lots of charm.
The rest of my weekend in D.C. was spent in the wonderful company of my friend and her fiance. I'm glad I had the opportunity to spend time getting to know him--I expect they will have a happy marriage. They both have such generous spirits. The weather was pretty crummy for us but we did go over to Georgetown for a stroll. I never realized how much character there is in District architecture. Their maine coon, Orion, oversaw our watching the Red Sox, making brunch, and working on a puzzle.
The flight back through/into a nor'easter was not a good time but at least I wasn't running a marathon the next day. Word is we might finally see sun on Saturday so I'm going for a ride. Here's what the beach near Manchester looked like yesterday: