TSCLT 12.0: The pantheon hates a pussy 2.0

[JohnnySavage]

What do you do with a dead horse?

 

[Wat_Tyler]

If you have a 'hoe, you dig a hole. If you don't have a 'hoe, you hire a guy with a 'hoe to dig a hole.


Real estate development and an aging equine population were Wat's reasoning for wanting to get an old 'hoe.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

 

[thør]

Did I say close???

I just discovered that it tripped several breakers...

When it clears up, I need to walk the property around the house to see if I can find where it struck.

A couple years ago, one fried my DSL modem. No other damage at our place. Neighbor lost his computer, fax, printer, modem, etc. He was also closer to ground zero.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

I went out for a run once, back when I used to do that sort of thing. A storm came up, of course when I was at my furthest point out. As I settled in for the mile-plus grade coming out of the river bottom, lightning struck a tree I had just passed. Like maybe 20 feet away. It was very tingly and quite bright all of a sudden, and loud as a motherfucker. I think I came off the ground two feet, and I found renewed vigor for the remaining trek home.


Speaking of, we have a storm and a tornado watch. I wonder, what shall we watch it do???

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Home. Stopped and got some Chinese. My Jewish Mother recommended chicken soup. This is how Wat does it.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

 

[VinnyVeritas]

What do you do with a dead horse?

French cuisine?


Too soon?

 

[VinnyVeritas]

A couple years ago, one fried my DSL modem. No other damage at our place. Neighbor lost his computer, fax, printer, modem, etc. He was also closer to ground zero.

I found no discernible damage, even though minutes after I logged off, another one struck just as close.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Happy Thursday!!! Slept fairly well, but still not up to snuff. So we'll be in no rush this morning.


Fucking motorcycle insurance went up. Must be from all those claims that I didn't file. And teh Covid. Maybe the bikes are subject to catching teh Covid. Who knew. It's probably not covered, though.


Gonna be 90 today and tomorrow, and mid-80s this weekend. If I don't shake what's ailin' me, I may be spending it in the Doc-in-the-Box.


Coffee still doesn't quite taste right.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

French cuisine?


Too soon?

Yeah, a little bit. He was a pretty good old boy.

 

[VinnyVeritas]

I have this throat thing that is becoming a chest thing, but wait! There's more! It's triggering my migraines.

I was hoping that it was just some sort of allergy thing from all the dry.

But then, the rains came...

 

[VinnyVeritas]

Yeah, a little bit. He was a pretty good old boy.


...

Forgive me. I'm feeling a little hoarse today.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Forgive me. I'm feeling a little hoarse today.

I'm missing a horse today.

 

[VinnyVeritas]

Sorry about that, but I have always found it pretty hard to get emotionally attached to animals.

I discovered at an early age about the shortness of their time on earth.

Remember the dachshunds. I couldn't wait for them to pass.

They just ain't people; Soylent, maybe...

 

[JohnnySavage]

I had a hoe once. Never had a horse though. I did ride a horse once. Didn't care for it. It was big and stank. The horse, not the hoe.

 

[JohnnySavage]

For the past few weeks, I've been waking up at 3 am. Since there's nothing to do at 3 am, I've been getting to the office by 3:30. Then noonish I'm tired. My biorhythms are all ahoo.

 

[Inflation999]

I had a horse when I was little, I loved when I got to ride him. He was a retired racer, caramel colour with a black mane, and loved attention and apples. I always wondered what kind of life he had when he raced that a few pets met the world to him.

 

[VinnyVeritas]

I've been a pretty early riser ever since boot camp.

Life's pretty short, so if I wake up, I get up instead of the ol' go back to bed thing.

 

[VinnyVeritas]

Horses have personalities.

It probably wasn't related to racing.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

This one has/had quite the personality. He is/was smart and personable. And he liked this human. See, I knew nothing about horses when I was little, and that continued for several decades thereafter. So when I moved to the farm in fall of 2020, he had absolutely no respect for my authoritie. Say that like Cartman. He would chump me about which side of the gate he was supposed to be on, and he won every time. Of course, he had a thousand pounds on me. He was the Alpha Horse, and he wanted the job, and when he had come there, he took it.


Around Xmas, he was ill. I actually was kinda concerned about the old feller, and I stayed with him. The vet came and sorted him out. I think that's when he decided that Wat's all right, and he decided to trust me. If I was outside doing something, he'd come to check it out. Sometimes, I'd be standing there and this big old brown head would appear over my shoulder, the silent "hi, human" being understood. If I was Back East working for awhile, he'd look for me for the first week or so. Endearing, sad . . . he seemed to have bestowed upon me the distinct privilege of being His Human.


The landlady pointed out to me one day that he would detach from his little herd of old men to come to see me. Once she pointed it out, then I would see it when it happened. Regardless, I still never figured out how he could sneak up behind me. Maybe he was an Indian, because an Indian knows these things. And there was the time that he took an inventory of the contents of my truck. I caught that on video. It was a hoot. But when I watched it again yesterday, I noticed that his foot placement was very precise and sure, and that was leaving him in these last few weeks faster than he could afford to give it up.


So now there is no alpha poodle. Since April, we're down from 4 poodles to 2. Gawen, the youngest one - he's about half smart, like a whole lotta Litsters - has realized that he is now herd leader. Telly, the buddy of Calypso (no, not Calypso Louie/Gene) is missing his buddy. Calypso was also the guardian of the goat, and the goat is spending his time in the barn. Different dynamics, fer sartain . . . .

 

[thør]

Had a GF who got a horse, once upon a time. Then, her world revolved around this fucking horse. Her daddy bought it for her even though they had no land to keep it on. I'd ride my bike to the stable, rent a horse and go ride with her. Got to say that the bike riding was more fun than the horse riding. And, there was no manure to deal with. But, I stayed around for a while because she was tall, blonde, and had big tits.

Dunno why, but I've been sleeping very well for the past couple nights.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Never question where a good night's sleep came from, and never pass a bathroom without making damned sure whether you need to stop to visit or not.


I knew a horse girl in high school - or what passed for Wat's high school, but that's another story.Anyway, I don't recall why I never hit on her, and that was because maybe I figured that she was unavailable. I think that her boobs were unremarkable.


Horse shit is a strange substance. The more time you spend around it, the less annoying it becomes. Then when you see some warm apples hit the snow and the cardinals flock in because there are a lot of undigested seeds in there, you see the world spin. And the cats watches the cardinals from beside the pile of dead red feathers of the last one she killed, and life goes on.

 

[thør]

Also, when traveling, never pass up an opportunity to eat when you're not exactly sure when that next opportunity will arise.

We have no cardinals here.

 

[kucked2x]

Also, when hard, never pass a willing pussy if youre not sure when the next opportunity.........