Like many people, I really wanted a horse when I was a child. I used to day dream about riding through meadows filled with wildflowers, running across streams and through forests. Our family, of course, couldn’t afford a horse, and I doubt they’d have gotten me one even if we had more money.
So my aspirations were quickly focused on horse-back riding lessons. Well, we really didn’t have the money for that, either. It’s hardly a cheap activity and requires considerable parental involvement, shuttling the rider to and from a stable each week. I did participate in a horse-back riding week-long summer camp two years in a row, but that wasn’t enough to really teach me how to ride.
One day, my family decided to go to a fair. It wasn’t a big fair, by any standards, but they had a number of fun rides, and cotton candy, and silly games, like whack-a-mole. I always felt sorry for the poor mole.
I thought there might be a pony ride at the fair. My hopes were raised when I heard another little girl say that she’d just gone riding. So I looked and looked, but didn’t see any ponies. I did, however, see a camel. With a child riding on its back.
And that’s how I came to ride on a camel. I think I’d have preferred a pony.
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random story this afternoon, rather than youtube clips.
as being cranky and prone to spitting but maybe they are really the unsung geniuses of the world and they are grouchy cus they know the score.
I went to the grocery store today and was in the big open area in the middle of baked goods and bread next to fruit and veggies. There were several people in the general vicinity. An old man was talking to himself. I pretty much ignored it because on the level of weird that is barely a “one.” All of a sudden I just happen to be looking around for nectarines and he picks ME out of a crowd of people and says,” Ma’am, I am just talking to myself so I won’t forget to pick anything up today.” I smiled and said,”Yeah everybody does that” while thinking well everybody doesn’t do that, they write little lists. These public encounters happen to me all the time, I am like an unmagical camel.
called the diner. ordered turkey club. with fries. waiting the obligatory 10 minutes before picking up.
i am really really really hungry. and you know how you can gulp down food and then get hiccups? that always happens to me when i go this long with eating. i gulp down my food then get hiccups.
i mean, when i say this long, since a muffin for breakfast.
but i’m packing and blogging… what an intoxicating combination. and don’t have much time to stop for food. or water. or…
is this still random?
that should be without eating… not with
um. well. you know what i mean. good god, pickle your pickle is dancing nonstop!
but don’t give up on the pony! It could still happen, no?