Zen and the Art of Saddle Cleaning

After an eventful week, my weekend was fairly calm...although I'm not sure I felt that way, emotionally.

I spent most of Saturday organizing and Sunday was spent with my cousin Ashley.  It was nice to hang out with her, although I felt terribly lethargic and slightly combative.  I suppose it didn't begin well on Saturday night with my cousin and the G's asking me if I was going to church.  This has been a regular Sunday occurance: them asking me if I want to go, me politely saying no, them coming home from church raving about this new preacher and CONTINUALLY telling me how much I'd like him if I'd go.  It's their own subtle Southern way of trying to get me to go back to church, which I have no intention of doing at this juncture.  I wish they'd get the picture because I don't want to have to tell them straight out that I just don't see this particular brand of Christianity (if any brand) in my future.  being that I'm pagan and all.  Of course, does this keep me from feeling like I'm letting them down somehow by not being Christian?  Heck no.  

Again, this is not a pagan attack on Christianity, for my dear friends out there who are Christian.  I have no problems out there with your religion.  Well, ok, clearly I do, otherwise I might be a follower...I think this has more to do with near-constant parental pressure (or at least not so subtle strong hints) that I should be following a certain path and then attributing all my stress/attitude problems to my lack of faith and connection to their spiritual center (if that makes any sense...).  Either way, its getting somewhat old.

 

So, I guess that started it all.  Either way, I was feeling pretty aggressive yesterday.  Testosterone-y, even.  Just...angry or pent up.  Wound too tight.  Not quite that feeling that I had of coming unhinged, but somewhat close.  It was all I could do to just...do something.  I wasn't sure I felt like company, I didn't feel like sleeping...all I really felt like was watching hours and hours of Boston Legal and admiring Shatner's incredible acting chops as Denny Crane. Godddamn that man is amazing.  Between him and Alan Shore it was an orgasm for my mind.  As it was, later on in the afternoon I went down with Ashley to the barn and experienced a great deal of zen in the simple act of cleaning my Kieffer saddle.  I must have spent three hours just cleaning, refinishing, reconditioning, and oiling up that beautiful saddle, which was made in Munchen (aka Munich)...and it really helped me refocus. 

I'm heading up to Philly on Wednesday via train.  Man, I've gotta start packing...

The Double Post Strikes Again!

Ok, so I'll stop double posting when Casey stops posting such excellent stuff in HIS blog...

This is off the friggen hook.  

( E-pink slip??! )

 
Holy Crap.  Like I told Casey, this is both unbelievably heinous and ridiculously incredible.  We have almost certainly hit the ceiling with this one.   If I was doing this Colbert-style, I think this would have to get BOTH a 'Wag of the Finger' and a 'Tip of the Hat'.