Hi. Its me again. I was the traveling dervish (almsot whirling but not quite) much of this fall. Thing were settling in and then they weren’t and OMG and breathe breathe breathe.
I am currently back on my Netflix crack-like addiction of Doctor Who (I sat through all 6 episodes of Sherlock on PBS the first weekend of the holiday) – which is pretty much all I did over the WHOLE WEEK of thanksgiving. I rode my pony. I took naps. I ate these (which, I made myself – brag brag stupid stupid STUPID – so good with hot tea – STUPID)
I drank wine – lots of fantastic wine that I absconded with from Paso Robles. Lots. Love Paso. More on that later.
And I watched Doctor Who. For hours. <insert sigh of happiness here>
See – the 50th Anniversary was that time – I went and saw it in 3D with apparently several HUNDRED of my dearest friends. IT was like going to see a midnight showing of Rocky Horror Picture show. I kid you not. I figured, “7pm on a monday, will be pretty quiet, grab some popcorn on the way in, choice of seat. Is a Sci Fi repeat of the special that was on BBC-America two days ago.”
ha. WRONG. The Theatre was packed. People had #4 Scarves and sonic screwdrivers. There was CHEERING and clapping when Billie Piper appeared, and oh, oh oh… SPOILERS. sorry. Never mind. I was giddy. And a little sad. Because you see, back in the early days, the Doctor used to be this grand secret in the US that only a few of us nerdy types knew about. It is now, dare I say it, almost *mainstream*. (David Tennant, I blame you. As I adore you, and want to hang out with you and your lovely wife, but still, I blame you for this.) ANYWAY – there it was. And it was goooood. So I have to admit after Doctor Donna, I quit. Too much with the crying and the Bad Wolf Bay and oh. So I never got into #11 until the 50th. But now? Now I’m catching up.
And this thing with The Doctor (and lets be honest, David Tennant) – it is so very much like my feelings about Bennedict Cumberbatch – I was a fan before it was cool to be a fan. Now? Now there are these screaming hordes of women (and men) and blogs and pinterest boards and “best looking” magazine covers. Sigh. And girls, yes, he’s handsome and talented, and well, BRITISH, but there’s no need to act like ninnies in public over the poor man. Have a little self respect.
Now, I’m just one of the many – no longer hoarding my little secret stash of “omg, this stuff is so so so good. I should tell someone, but then I would have to share. DO NOT WANT TO SHARE.) I just want my very own moderately good looking, clever British man to have witty conversations with. Is that really too much to ask?? But you gotta love a great sense of humor – check this out:
So where was I? (besides spending far too much time on my sofa, eating way too much sugar while watching endless Netflix?)
OH – So here’s a little tour of my fall.
I got a new Subaru – it was that 3 year lease thing. Love it. LOVE it. Back up camera, blue tooth, love. So Punkin and Kimmie (my Toroweap camping chums) and I took a day trip on Labor day to scout out state parks (dog friendly, unlike the national parks) for future trips. I made us take a detour to get the following shot on the drive back:
I vaugely remember September. I got a new job/promotion in September, and we took another dressage clinic trip to Park City and EXHAUSTED.
October was more of the same. Two trips to California. The first a day trip for a wedding in San Fran. I had never been, but had always wanted to see the Palace of Fine Arts (not the wharf or China town or the half a dozen other things in San Fran.) – my schedule got screwed thanks to delays and it being “trainee day” at Hertz, but I did get to see it and walk around (and take some great photos!):
Funny enough, its a short walk to the beach from there, and I got to actually see the mythic Golden Gate Bridge from afar.
I only stayed a day because I had a mad dash to Baltimore. The following week I had a mad dash to Denver – both were work related trips, and I didn’t take photos, which is stupid because on both trips I got to see some of my bestest peeps in the world, but there you go. Both trips, funny enough, suffered from major airline snafus, and I didn’t get near enough time with my friends. Sigh.
In between, I went BACK to Avila Beach, CA – a place my good friends from NC introduced me to last year. They showed up at the end of my vacation there and we all went wine tasting in Paso and I bought aloooottttt of wine. Good wine. Wine I don’t want to share. Unless you’re that British chap I’m looking for, of course. B-dawg got to go this time because I drove (no shipping $$ required when you drive, ha ha ha. I am slow, but I do learn!) and he is the best travel buddy. Avila also has quite a few dog friendly restaurants so we had a good time, and met lots of people.
Whats shakin lately? Just work work work. Got to take a behind the scenes tour of Hoover Dam just recently – but even they won’t tell us the top super secret Homeland security protected stuff, which is good (and boring) but there’s enough nerdy stuff to keep ya happy anyway. 🙂
And I try to get pony time when I can find it. Rico and I have a pas de deux partners that we both ADORE. The horses like each other, and K & I spend so much time laughing during practice, my trainer is all, “If you two would just shut up and ride, you’d be done by now.” Our music will be from The Blues Brothers – we plan to debut it in February, and hope to take it all the way to Arabian Sport Horse Nationals in September. Here are the boys after a fantastic practice this Thanksgiving:
Whew. Thats all I got for now.
Oh, and Benedict – any time you want to engage in fun repartee, drop me a note (firstname.lastname@example.org) 🙂 I’m usually good for it.