Some Days

All the thoughts of the week have been flashes of lightening, an effort like discerning songs and discussions while the radio is still scanning. As soon as it is identified it is gone.
I blame the new black myan onyx organic coffee beans, which are akin to shooting up disesl fuel. Thoughts on peak oil, gender roles, paint, etc. And then...static.
Instead of thoughts, I'll post some happenings. Monday was la dia de flu. I was up all Sunday night getting sick, so I slept most of Monday, before going to the camp Christmas party and ordering prime rib. I took most of it home with me to eat later. Tuesday I had my stint as the weekly town runner, in which I am sent to 8-10 places to pick up anything from toilets and hoses to enough candy to cause a dentist seizures (of delight or mortification depends on the dentist). Did you know there is a store that just sells hoses? I didn't know there was enough of a business to afford a whole store dedicated to just hoses, but apparently, I was mistaken. As I wrote about a while ago, we have massive construction happening here at the 'Gap and with OSHA regs, hard hats are required in and around the dirt moving. Well we have the pretty pink ones in the office that were ordered a while ago, and which the maintenance men still refuse to wear. No regard to safety I say. So Tuesday I was sent to pick up some very manly (and boring) white ones. I tried to trade them in for purple ones, or even neutral green or yellow, but the hard hat guy was pretty firm that I stick with the white. No creativity.
Wednesday morning it was discovered that one of the horses was dead out in the field. When I was driving in on Tuesday night I saw him standing over by himself and I said hello to him. But in the morning Hank was just lying on his side, eyes open and very dead. I guess the normal protocol is to dig a big hole right by him and roll him in, but an autopsy was ordered so Hank was loaded onto a big flatbed truck, covered with a tarp, and taken to the equine CSI.

Last night we had our first serious dusting of snow. About damn time.
Too late in the night I pulled out my backpacker guitar and strummed things quiet and loving. Current song I'm playing: "Book of Love" by Magnetic Fields. But more like this version.

I head to work at 1 this afternoon, for another busy stint in the bakery for the weekend, looking like I know what I'm doing and trying to not add salt instead of sugar or burn the shit out of my forearms. I don't like the pressure of the kitchen.
My bosses' yellow lab/golden mix, Flossy, is staying with us this weekend and she's snuggled happily against my leg. Although it was discovered that she is terrified of Kyle, our foot tall great horned owl piggy bank that we found in a closet. I guess I could see how Kyle could be scary...if you were a mouse.

Time to take a shower, pound the last of the coffee and face a weekend.

VA peoples: I'll be back in LoCo on the 21st, but that night is reserved for Hatch. I'll be around til the morning of the 26th, so call me if you wanna hang out. I know the night of the 25th is the annual trek to either Balls Bluff Tavern or to Champions for the crazy reunions. I think last year I gave Marissa a hug in the parking lot after last call. Whoops.