Life Trumps Us Again…

It’s been one of those weeks.  This morning’s highlights:

  1. I got an email from Jill (? I don’t know anyone named Jill).  I read further. Oh, Jill Biden, the Vice President’s wife.  And I’ve never met her!  How nice is that?
  2. Her email asked me if I’d like to sign Michelle’s birthday card. Dang.  I think she has me mixed up with someone else. Who is Michelle? I don’t know any Michelles.

A brain cell politely knocks on my gray matter.

She wants me to sign Mrs. Obama’s birthday card, and thinks I know her well enough to call her Michelle!  Well of COURSE I’m going to sign. And add my personal message.  Via a mass emailing to random democrats. Who cares? I’ll say happy birthday to the first lady, especially when invited by the second lady. Whoa. Someone in the White House knows I exist.

I’ve been seeing a lot of this over the last few days.  It’s winter.  No fog in San Francisco!

Our weird spring weather has finally stolen away.  I was patting myself on the back yesterday for replacing Hudson’s winter blanket.  He sure was going to need it. Bella said she’d cover his care for me.  I’m all set. It’s supposed to be 20 degrees tonight.

Something is nagging at me.  What is it, Lassie? The blanket? Yup, all set.  Where is the blanket? Why, it’s…Uh-oh.  For reasons known only to that poor brain cell, I threw the blanket back in the trunk of my car, after checking the fit. (I’m sure it was heat stress. Who needs a heavy winter blanket when it’s almost 70 degrees?)

Hudson is about 2 hours north of this picture.

It was a pretty drive.

It’s going to be a pretty drive today too.

But at least Hudson has this:

(We are experiencing a slight delay in programming. Translation: you may see some preeeeeety stupid stuff up here until I get it together!)

12 thoughts on “Life Trumps Us Again…

  1. We all have those days.. weeks… Love the photo of the bridge =) While it(was) warmish in Ohio – it’s grey.. very grey and wet – ohso wet

  2. Keep up the stupid stuff.. it’s hilarious! Tell Michelle I love her clothing styles. Didn’t even realize the second lady’s first name is Jill. So you’re ahead of me.

    1. Never fear, I wrote on the First Lady’s birthday card for you too.
      “Hi, this is Jane, and I want to wish you the very happiest of birthdays! By the way, my friend Jane, who is not me (no, really!) loves your fashion sense. Oh and me too! My other friend Jane (who is not me, or my first friend Jane) said be sure you tell her how much we love having you in the White House. I know I sound insane, but really, I voted for your husband, and I’m not locked up anywhere. Except my house. But that’s normal. Sincerely yours,

  3. Aw, Hudson, Jane loves you…. And you have to forgive her for minor blanket snafus. Just this week I had every intention of heading to the barn to put another layer on Tucker on Saturday night, even though I knew I wouldn’t have time to actually ride that day. Of course, I woke up on Sunday morning realizing that Saturday had come and gone, and it didn’t remotely register on my radar that I had to run that errand…. Thankfully, I texted a friend and she stuck her hand under his blanket and assured me he was toasty warm, so maybe that’s a lesson to me, to avoid being so over-protective? Yeah, let’s go with that.

    1. It’s SO wonderful to have barn friends to text who will check for us: “Is my horse sweating to death? No? Good. Is he cold? No? Good. Should I call the vet, just because I’m needlessly panicking…you know, as a Jinx preventative?”

      Lord save my friends from my weather/blanket issues. And thank you God they have them too. 😉

  4. Hm, interesting perspective on the picture. It’s a good thing you had someone sitting behind the driver’s seat to lean in front of you and snap that pic! 🙂

    I am sure Hudson will appreciate his shiny new Rambo more than you know. Say… I know he’s a whiz at undoing ropes… can he undo blanket buckles too?

    1. I know! I lucked out.

      Hudson could totally take off his and anyone else’s blankets if he chose. But he regards his blanket as Something Holy That Should Not be Messed With. He watches me hang it up, presumably to make sure I’ve laid it out neatly…?

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