Things


I| I have been watching the television show Flowers lately and it is soooo good. I think I am probably bias because I love Julian Barratt and Olivia Coleman, but it is still very enjoyable. I have been bulk watching it on 4OD. Have you ever watched 40D? Gosh, there are a lot of advertisements. I have been forced to watch the VO5 one so many times I want to punch the model in the face. Her and her stupid hairspray. Argh. Not that it is possible to punch a bottle of hairspray in the face. Anyway, back to Flowers, I am also mighty outraged that there is a character that I could have played in their on-screen, twenty-five year old daughter Amy. Gosh, I'd love to be a professional actress.

II| I have recently become obsessed with Avon (I know, I've become a middle-aged housewife at twenty-eight years old?). Large chunks of my paychecks at the moment are being spent on random things I don't need. Someone who spends most of their time picking poo out of paddocks and litter trays doesn't really need to be wearing an Ultra Colour Lip Crayon in Cherry Picked or an Emerald Glimmerstick. Still, that hasn't stopped me from pouring over the latest brochure and contemplating buying concealer and eyeliner I shall never wear. Gosh, I even had to quickly look in the Avon catalogue then to see if eyeliner was one word or two. Why am I doing this?

III| I have this week coming up off of work. How exciting. I am going to try and be as productive as possible as I did absolutely nothing of value with my last one. I have a riding lesson on Tuesday, and I am visiting Badminton Horse Trials on Wednesday, but the rest of the week is an empty page. I will most likely gatecrash my parents house in the country and size up the local fields for some wishful-thinking regarding Pie and Mini Pie. I've been doing so much wishful-thinking recently that my heart actually hurts.

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It Happened

Sorry, this post is going to jump about all over the place, because it is basically a mish mash of everything that has been plaguing my head these past few days. The contents have been filtered through my close confidants, and through my personal diary and now the remains are here. In a nutshell, Pie has been put up for sale, and now I feel like Joe in Black Beauty...


I'm trying to make light of it (I mean what are the chances of all of this happening after I expressed my desire to buy Pie "in two years") but really I am heartbroken. I thought I had everything all planned out. I'd take lessons, save up a good little nest egg and then offer to buy Pie. That rug was very abruptly pulled out from under my feet. She has been listed for £2500. I'm not rich. Plus, I don't have the first clue about raising a foal. Argh.


The book I am currently reading (yes, this is related) is The Master and Margarita, and there is a little dialogue near the beginning of the story about how little control we have over our lives. It really stuck with me when I was reading it, and obviously now I have been going over it again. It is all very true.

“– But here is a question that is troubling me: if there is no God, then, one may ask, who governs human life and, in general, the whole order of things on earth?
– Man governs it himself, – Homeless angrily hastened to reply to this admittedly none-too-clear question.
– Pardon me, – the stranger responded gently, – but in order to govern, one needs, after all, to have a precise plan for a certain, at least somewhat decent, length of time. Allow me to ask you, then, how can man govern, if he is not only deprived of the opportunity of making a plan for at least some ridiculously short period, well, say, a thousand years , but cannot even vouch for his own tomorrow? And in fact, – here the stranger turned to Berlioz, – imagine that you, for instance, start governing, giving orders to others and yourself, generally, so to speak, acquire a taste for it, and suddenly you get ...hem ... hem ... lung cancer ... – here the foreigner smiled sweetly, and if the thought of lung cancer gave him pleasure — yes, cancer — narrowing his eyes like a cat, he repeated the sonorous word —and so your governing is over! You are no longer interested in anyone’s fate but your own. Your family starts lying to you. Feeling that something is wrong, you rush to learned doctors, then to quacks, and sometimes to fortune-tellers as well. Like the first, so the second and third are completely senseless, as you understand. And it all ends tragically: a man who still recently thought he was governing something, suddenly winds up lying motionless in a wooden box, and the people around him, seeing that the man lying there is no longer good for anything, burn him in an oven. And sometimes it’s worse still: the man has just decided to go to Kislovodsk – here the foreigner squinted at Berlioz – a trifling matter, it seems, but even this he cannot accomplish, because suddenly, no one knows why, he slips and falls under a tram-car! Are you going to say it was he who governed himself that way? Would it not be more correct to think that he was governed by someone else entirely?”- The Master and Margarita
Maybe I will forget all about Pie. Maybe this time next year I will be head over heels in love with another horse. I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, but I'm still devastated. I was in two minds about whether or not to actually post this, but I guess I will. Sorry it's a bit doom and gloom.

Kezia
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Pie Surprised Us

"Pie!? I've been riding you!"
So, erm, Pie had a little secret. Well, quite a big secret really. On Sunday the yard owner discovered a little bay filly in her stable.

I found out about this little bombshell when I went for my riding lesson on Tuesday. I walked past Pie’s stable (as I always do, because, you know, she‘s my favourite) to say hello only to find she wasn't in there. It’s not unusual for the horses to be temporarily moved around (for example; if they are being mucked out) so I didn't think much of it.

However when I got to the main yard one of the stable girls asked if I’d seen Pie, and she had a knowing smile on her face. I said that Pie wasn't in her stable, so no. The girl took me to a stable about two doors down from Pie’s usual one and indicated that I should look in the left corner closest to the door. And that was my first introduction to the little foal that nobody had been expecting.

Obviously my first reaction was sheer horror that I had been riding a heavily pregnant mare. Then I was just really happy for Pie, as well as being taken in by the adorable foal, because who doesn't love baby animals? Now I am having my fears that the yard will sell her and I will never see her again. A mare with a foal can’t earn her keep at a riding school, and that terrifies me.

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Evangelists Assemble

I shall be going to Creation Fest 2016 in August! For those who don't know what that is, it is a festival concerning music, skating and Christianity. Yeah, it's admittedly an odd mix, but it certainly sounds like a good one. It is free to attend and there is camping on-site, so I shall be dragging along my little pop-up tent and hopefully enjoying some uplifting gospel tunes and envying some awesome skateboarders for a few days.

I do have my concerns. For example, some Christians can be a little cult-like in their approach to the religion. I remember trying out a new church once where the congregation flocked around me singing, "You're young!" like they were the bloody Sanderson sisters sizing me up for a meal. It was all very unnerving. I didn't go back.


Anyway, I have been wanting to be a bit more of an active Christian, and this festival just seems perfect, especially as it is pro-skateboarding. Unfortunately whilst you can skate, there is a complete ban on alcohol on site. In a strange way I am looking forward to not having the alcohol crutch though. When I go to places like this I tend to rely on it to coast through social situations. Having to just be me might be interesting. Usually I can blame any weirdness on the drink.

Here is the video of last year's festival.



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Post #2


Three things that happened today...

I had to get up at 4.30am for work. That’s the middle of the night (just in case you didn’t know). I actually contemplated crying in the shower for a moment before realising how ridiculous and time-consuming that would be.

The Avon lady called for the catalogue she dropped off last week and so naturally I had to do the drop and roll procedure so she wouldn't see me through the window. Once she had left I filled in the form of the up-until-then forgotten-about catalogue as my favourite mascara recently threw up on itself. Hopefully she will come back.

I stumbled across some ASMR videos on YouTube and now I am thoroughly confused. They are videos of people sort of whispering at the camera as they role play being a hairdresser or doctor or whatever. It’s a bit unnerving. The people in the comments are going crazy over things like, “OMG, I love the sound of your pen!”

As you can see, my life is very interesting and totally worth sticking around for.

Kezia
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