This is an excerpt from a comic that Elizabeth drew earlier this summer, called “Gericault The Crime Fighting Dog.” Our dog Gericault excels at catching rabbits, and Elizabeth decided to…um…embroider the details with a bit of artistic license. I found it highly amusing.
Sampler Saturday: Gericault
Carrots
Luke’s loaner horse Beau went back to his owners last spring, so for a while I was giving him lessons on Stormy. That worked out really well — my good old mare went out of her way to reassure him and build up his confidence. But then she caught a nasty respiratory bug and was under the weather for a couple of weeks, so we decided it was time to put Luke back on Trinket.
They got off to a shaky start — Trinket can be one stubborn little pony if she thinks she can get away with it — but after one scary bolting incident Luke decided he’d finally had enough. From that point on he never let down his guard, never gave her an inch, and she sensed the change and fell reluctantly into line.
A week or so ago Luke decided that it wasn’t enough for him just to bend Trinket to his will. He wanted her to love him. And being Problem Solver Guy, he quickly Came Up With A Plan To Make It Happen.
So now when I go out to feed the horses, he comes with me and gives Trinket a carrot. She’s begun to look for him, and trots up to him with a friendly eagerness that’s very unlike her former surly aloofness.
It makes me happy that Luke wasn’t content with just mastering Trinket, that he wants her affection and willing cooperation. It makes me happy that he thought of the carrot idea on his own and hasn’t missed a single day since he started. And also that he carefully washes each carrot before giving it to her.
I know that right now Trinket’s mostly just loving the carrots. But I hope Luke’s devotion will pay off in the long run, and a real friendship will form to replace the combative relationship they’ve had in the past. And I’m deeply grateful that at the tender age of eight my son has already realized that sometimes the carrot speaks louder than the stick.
Happy Love Thursday, and may we all remember the beauty of the carrot whenever we’re tempted to reach for the nearest stick.
Wordless Wednesday: September Jewels
Brain Kink
I was goofing around at the Yearbook Yourself site a while back, which by the way you should totally go check that out if you haven’t yet. You upload a photo of yourself looking straight ahead, then pick various years to see yourself coiffed and dressed in the styles of each period, thusly:
I also like this one:
I worked my way all the way up into the nineties, and then suddenly sprayed water all over my keyboard. Because this…
…is my sister. Seriously, I think that’s an actual picture of my sister from the tenth grade.
Possibly I’m the only one who finds this just slightly freaky, but I just never thought she and I look very much alike; physically I take after our mother and she takes after our father. Blending my 2008 face with the styles of 1992 and getting a spot-on pic of my sister circa 1984 just weirded me out a little.
Righty-o, moving on now. I picked up some wasp traps this morning. Actually all they had were yellow-jacket traps, but I’m hoping that they’ll attract the other kinds too. They sure attract the yellow-jackets in a major way — the little suckers were elbowing their way to their doom almost before I’d finished hanging the first trap:
And within a few hours they were having trouble cramming any more in:
Take THAT, my little ex-friends. I bet NOW you’re wishing you hadn’t betrayed my trust, AREN’T you??
Wow. Projecting much?
Busy week for me, so there might not be much posted here until Monday or so. It’s a good kind of busy though, the kind that makes me hop happily out of bed in the mornings to get it all done. More on that later; I’ll try to get a pic or two as I go along.
I Wonder If She Says “I Told You!” To His Gravestone.
I thought about saving this for Wordless Wednesday and just posting a pic of the cover, but I couldn’t bring myself to let the mocking stop there.
I found it in the last shed I cleaned out:
It’s from August 1972.
It contains, amongst the highly conjectural and grammatically-flexible celeb gossip:
9 ads for breast enhancement products/programs. Ah, the good old days when all a girl needed to be happy and successful and popular were really big boobs!
9 ads for various weight loss methods, including 3 for rubber bodysuits that one zipped oneself into. Fun!!
8 ads for stylin’ threads like these…
Oh yeah. Flaunt it, ladies.
8 ads for the really attractive stuff like tampons, douches, Midol, depilatories and hemorrhoid creme. ‘Cause we all wanted to see those.
5 cigarette ads, nearly all full-page and aimed right at women. “Made for the lady with taste!” Yes indeedy.
And of course, the obligatory half-page ad for sea monkeys.
A bowl full of happiness! I want a bowl full of happiness!!
Wait…no…I want a bowl full of Häagen-Dazs.
And maybe some bigger boobs, so I can be all successful and popular.
Thank goodness I have Motion Picture Magazine to show me the way.


























