I took Woodford on a pretty long walk the other day down a road that isn't our regular. So pretty! One of those winding, narrow roads lined with oaks, sycamores and pasture. One thing that is pretty neat about living in a agricultural college town is that half of the farm land is owned by the university. Meaning; it won't be apartment complexes some day. It's just going to go own keeping cows, employing people to take care of it. Gorgeous. Everyone benefits.
BIG NEWS. I'm not going to jinx anything, but my full time job opp is looking very good. There has been some talk, some things are moving, and a situation has been laid out that makes e'rybody happy. I'll release pertinent information as I get it.
This past weekend Trip and I did some big things. We did go see the Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus, which was pretty weird. It was Heath Ledger's last movie, you know. He died in the middle of the taping of it, so they had to do some juggling around. Story line was rather typical, somewhat chincy, but they tried to cover it up with overstimulating you visually. That whole movie is like continuously looking at tapestries, so busy.
But anyway, it's a pretty cute, but sorely depressing film. They bash your sweetly empathetic soul moments before the end, but the very last scene leaves you hopeful. I was too heartbroken to cry. Trip didn't care. We showed up a couple minutes late and I tried to look like a bad ass hopping over a row of seats after Trip, thinking that if his little legs could do it, my nimble body sure could. EPIC fail. I spilled the popcorn all over. Whats worse is that we were on a balcony part, above a theater full of people, and I think some fell down onto them, too. Plus, everyone behind me got to see. Boo.
Sunday we went on our first real horseback ride together! Not one that we pay for on vacation, either. It was my first ride of the year, too. I was sore until yesterday. Eee. Greg got a new horse, so I ride his old one and Trip rides my old ride. The new one I ride around is a black Tennessee Walker mare. She's oh-so-sassy and a complete wretch but I like her. She's quite tall and has an extremely ground-covering stride, making us a pretty knock out team. We saddled up and headed off down some country dirt roads. It was pretty cold still, so the only option to warm up was to create some friction between our legs and make those ponies go! Zoooom! We took off cantering around until Trip was comfortable, and really opened them up down a road lined with a bubbly river just ten feet away. Ahh, to hear the river blasting past, your pony's hooves striking the dirt road, rich in force and fury. But then to look over your left shoulder to see the love of your life just feet behind, expressing the unconcealable grin that he is feeling this exact same feeling? It's a real slice of life. The bear hounds bayed us home, and we rode on like real Appalachian cowboys.
This is the view at Greg and Laura's house, over their little pasture. It's one of the prettiest around, you see.
In case you hadn't had enough of them, I made a video of the chickens at three weeks old (Sunday) and uploaded it. If you're at all interested, feel free to view. Their four week video is going to look funny, they grow so much each week. But I have to admit, I'm getting less keen on them being inside each day. They get louder and more obnoxious with every minute!
Our little house, filled recently with the sounds of Old Tyme music and Appalachian clogging/flat footing. If you don't know what that is, watch this 21 second video. If you like what you see, watch this one, from the year between my parents being born! Oh, and this one is even great, too! That one has Tommy Jarrell, a fiddle LEGEND from Mt. Airy, NC. I've been there, it's where the Andy Griffith show was taped. Anyway, I'm obsessed with this music after seeing it live down here in its' element. Beautiful.
Old Man Weather stands guard at the west. Never faltering.
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