Who Comes Here?
The Wild Beasts Tamed
Wearing a Mask that Doesn’t Fit
Walking With a Ghost
Month: November 2015
Remedial Work
Remedial Work
Pollution
Stony
As Is the Mother, So Is Her Daughter
As Is the Mother, So Is Her Daughter
Dammed
I Don’t Want My Mother to Find Me
My Mother Kept Me
Flight
A Pretense
As Bright as Day
Caution
Disclosure
Flight
A Final Harbor
A Final Harbor
Far From Home
Theory of Equations
Who Set the Oars a-Rowing
Casualties of War
Casualties of War 1
Casualties of War 2
Casualties of War 3
I did a 24 hour artathon two years ago and promptly forgot to scan the stuff I made. It’s all gluebook collage in a composition journal.
I’m also not liking the new WordPress Dashboard. Ugh.
Bedonacouch Is Pit Bull Approved
Frances was a little skeptical
at first, but it didn’t take her long to decide that bedonacouch is the beat thing EVAR.
Mountain of Work
A couple of those items needed completely new records. All but a few had required at least some (and often a LOT) of editing. And that doesn’t include the stack of things that went to our NACO person to have authority work done.
If you’ve done national level enhance cataloging, you will understand that that’s a lot of books to chew through in one day.
Please file under G for “getting shit done.” I’m going home now to partake of an adult beverage.
Canal Boat Horses
Canal Boat Horses, circa 1980
When we lived in Metamora, the canal boat horse holding area was near our house. They were draft crosses, so not as huge as they could have been, but still big compared to the little toy horse I was used to riding.
Buck
Buck, my oh so creatively named buckskin Quarter Horse x Shetland Pony, circa 1982
Buck was a horrid, murderous shithead. He would blow up his stomach before you tightened up the cinch, so that five minutes into a ride the saddle would slide sideways and you’d fall off. He’d rub you off against fences and trees. His favorite trick was to find a low-hanging branch and bolt toward it, so you’d be knocked off. He also bit people, and if you weren’t careful he’d turn around and chomp on your foot while you were riding him.
He was only barely green-broke when I got him. I was nine years old and had no idea what to do with a horse. I got a quick lesson in how to put his tack and how to feed and brush him, and that was about it. I was on my own, and it was trial by fire. Parents: DO NOT DO THIS TO YOUR CHILDREN.
red paper boat 