Me and My Pony

Today's Link
Noe Noe Girl..Tall Tales from a Short Chick

Saying for the Day
One person's joy is another person's sorrow. Dr. John

Picture of the Day
Me and Tony

Ever since I read a blog on Monday or Tuesday about somebody's experience with a pony when they were little I have had this image from a quondam experience in my life. I am sitting in the middle of a creek watching Tony, the pony, who dumped me there run off. You will have to admit that it was opprobrious conduct for a pony. To take a poor , not to sharp kid, and dump him in the creek can not be turned into a good thing no matter what kind of casuistry my father employed to convince me otherwise.
Believe me the experience did not improve my character or give me something to laugh about. It was humiliating, painful, and I ended up with a cold. If anything it made me feel like one of the volgivagant crowd and was not an isangelous experience.
The pony went on into the neighborhood where it caused quite a fracas as it drove Mrs. Stetson into her house and her husband came after it with a two by four. This was not a wise thing to do but then nobody ever accused my neighbor of having a perspicacious mind . I can’t tell you how far the pony kicked that two by four but it was far enough to send the neighbor scurrying into the house.
Then my dad showed up and brought it home. Most of the time Tony obeyed my dad. In fact we all obeyed my dad. His was a cynicocratical rule only because he approached everything with cynicism. But we loved him anyway which is more than I can say for the pony. I stood in terror of it.
My dad still made me ride it.
He was making a man out of me.
I had to face what I was afraid of.
The whole experience did do one thing for me. I gave up wanting to be a singing cowboy and thought I might take up Philately or Numismatics.

News from Pigeon Falls

The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal.
Tommy UK is planning on going to Iron mountain to visit his uncle tomorrow. This week has seemed to go on forever and ever. He has so many questions that only his uncle can answer. He really wants those answers. He will go over to Iron mountain on the milk train and come home on the last train in the evening since he has to acolyte on Sunday with Tammy.
Nobody has seen Petrovich for several days which usually means he is hard at work at translating a driblet. First he does a general translation from the Coptic. Then he goes back and works word by word. Then he looks for the little nuances that are hard to convey from one language to another but in a prophecy can make all the difference in the world. When all of that is finished he e-maiks the translation and the orginal to two friends who are experts in Coptic and has them critigue it. When all of that is finished he publishes the driblet.
Of course he might not be translating a driblet he might just be playing with the twins and giving his wife a break. But then that wouldn’t make a good rumor would it?

Wrap UP

It was one of those weird days. I bought some new movie editing software to help with the St. Mark's Website. I spent most of the morning on a very slow learning curve. Betty went to therapy imn the afternoon. I published the coming Sunday's bulletin to the website. Betty came home and asked why the Bible sections were all run together. The problem was they were perfect in firefox but not in Explorer. It took an hour and a half to find away around the problem. Then I visited the blogs of everybody who left a comment yesterday. Now I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA

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