YOU LIKE HORSES, YOU SAY

This post will make sense to horse people.

But not the "oh yes I love horses" people.

Not the "gosh I like riding" and "a mad gallop is the most fun" and "when can we go riding on your horses?"

I'm talking about and to the mucking out, detangling, curry-combing, hoof-picking, fly-spraying crowd.

Those of us who feed twice a day. Who clean out and bleach water troughs, who lug heavy salt blocks on to pasture. Who clean brushes and saddles and ropes. Who sit up nights waiting for a foaling mare, or walking a colicky gelding.

Yeah, horse people.

So -  when a "oh yes I love horses" person wants to come over and go galloping off on one of your horses, are you as mean as I am?

Because I always tell them, "Sure! Come on over!" and THEN watch as they struggle through grooming, saddling and then finally GIVE UP when they have to clean out the hooves.

I must admit it is a great deal of fun.

And my horses never get one of them on their backs

PREACHING AGAINST PINTEREST

My oldest daughter has introduced me to an awful lot of good things in my life.




The Office. The Dave Matthews Band. Cinnamon Twists at Taco Bell. 36" inseams. Three inch heels even when you are over 5'9". Pandora radio. Downton Abbey.






And Sherlock, the BBC series.

Which is a convenient segue to the title subject.



Harmony also had told me about Pinterest, describing it as a series of pinboards to share and save things you liked.

She forgot to mention that it is also a pathway to outer darkness and loss of your soul.

It begins innocently enough, with putting funny names on your boards, and finding neat quotes and thoughts that you'd like to share.

But then slowly and surely it begins to suck you in.

You begin checking your boards at odd times during the day to see if anyone has pinned anything off of your stuff.

Then you start exploring other people's boards, and pinning stuff off of their boards, and seeing where they had gotten it, and then what else is there.












And by then 85% of your waking hours is spent searching and putting gorgeous photos of Benedict Cumberbatch all over the Internet.





I guess there are worse things to spend your time, but I am beginning to see that Pinterest is to women what pornography is to men.