Life points with some horses mixed in

 I never made it into the Royal Ballet.  It had nothing to do with my size or color of my hair, but it might have had something to do with hand-foot-brain disconnect.

400 points- 

I opened the windows on Sunday morning when I got up. European windows are some,thing like doing battle with windmills. In Vienna,  the neighbors told me  it's illegal for women to wsh windows as part of cleaning lady duties bcause ti si so dangerous and a risk for child-bearing. Being an American, I rather pooh-poohed this at the time because it never bothered me  near or on a ledge a few stories off the ground with a perpendicular drop beneath my feet.

Now it's different. I've had too many spine and head injuries and have problems with seizures depending on how fatigued I am and external factors, so I no longer trust myself to climb ladders or do those sort of things like  swinging on chandeliers after drinking too much pink champagne.  These windows  are small, but even small they are over 1.5 meters in height whereas many in Vienna are a goodly 3meters. Usually the big windows are  upper and lower  and you need a ladder to reach the upper windows.

I live on the ground floor and with such large windows anyone can climb in and out if they are open on the bottom. Needless to say, it is much wiser to open the uppers and the birds like it that way. So it was time for a bit of spring air and clearing out all the  dry dust and such.

Climbing up is easy-- this is what I told my friends in Vienna who were climbers. I never minded climbing rocks in a dress, but it always gave me strange looks from serious climbers. It's the going down that disorients me and causes the problems.

-2000 points--

I fell.  I am the ultra conservative that believes that butts are made to slide on because I have no depth perception  and lately I've been seeing two moons in the full which rather suggests that coordination is off, too.  The chair overturned and slammed me headfirst against the planks and wooden crates that support the computer. There's a heavy Japanese tea-chest there that I bashed my head on.

+500 

I smashed my face right good, but the glasses  were not  broken and I could move my head. Luckily, very luckily I only smashed my face which isn't pretty to start off with, but now has a new dent in it under the left eye which will probably turn a few various colors in this week.

-500 

the chair back goaged my inner thigh but good and apparently  burst the right femoral artery--  it's pretty ugly, but in a place where nobody can see it and I spent the day on my feet which probably  kept the circulation moving. I can pretend it's a hockey injury from watching too much NHL at the shopping center.

 -500 

because the chair overturned on me, it jammed between my legs and ripped up the lower left inner calf  and although it might be a fracture, there's so much muscle there that there's really not much to be worried about. And it's also in a place where nobody can see  it and think that I am a battered wife with a mean nasty husband  and I spent the day off at the horse-jumping exhibition which probably was a good thing. It was still buzzig with numbness when I went to bed this morning at one-thirty, but now it feels almost normal and since my legs are numb much of the time anyway, i can't get too excited about this. I can pretend I was playing rugby or something like that.

 +1000 

true to my inner stoicism, all I said was  "oh"  and then "oh"  and then got up as quickly as I could to hobble about because this seems to be the right thing to do to stop the shooting pains and screaming agony in the head.

 and then when I saw that I was walking about again, a little gingerly, but not abnormally, I  left and went out for the day as if nothing had happened because what else can you do? If you are alone, there's no need to make a melodrama becaue there's nobody there to enjoy it or fuss over you, so you might as well  go out and look at the world and see the beautiful horses.

And besides, I got hit by a car before and thrown across the street, so I know what pain is all about and nobody is ever going to stop and  cry or hold my hand in this world. Brutal as it may be, unfortunately, it's the way life is.

So  I went off to watch horses after the unobligitory stop by a church-- excuse the language-- to see if there was anyone there to say helko to and as there was not, I left shortly after arriving.  I and churches are not on the best of terms for very personal reasons and I and  Catholic priests are not on the best of terms or personal relations for more  obvious  reasons.  I am appalled  by the inhumanity and lack of compassion and coldness I find within  the institution and we won't go further into this discussion.

Never mind all the bs I've heard spewed out about Judaism or other people's beliefs or the rants I've listened to regarding women and contraception,  etc...

Somehow it just seems that there's a huge differential between what Jesus talked about and the institution of the Catholic Church...  and besides, like it or not, Jesus was a Jew and not a Roman Catholic. Some rabbis think he seemed to be a Pharisee  and how Christians stereotype Pharisees isn't exactly nice.

So I only stick my head in and on  that Sunday I got told to stick my head out and go someplace else.

So I guess that's either a  plus or minus depending on how you look at it. It must be a plus because I cause people's conscience to be uneasy and insecure about life.

 +2000 

I went off to look at the horses and they were jumping very nicely. It was a two day competition so the hurdles went up and then they went up.

+2000  

I think I found the man with the beautiful white horse from last year.  But he has a dark horse this year and took second place.

the beautiful white horse 2006

 easy sixth gate fly-over but the horse can to screeching halt on the seventh double gate

My man with the second place winner with 42seconds on the clock. Winning time was 40seconds and third place was 44seconds. I think 12 gates.

  the tricky triple jump before a nasty ninth with very short approach

 awaiting the final jump-off, my man keeps his coolth and watches others in the practice ring

 clearing the nasty ninth gate with a short sprint to the tenth gate

 maybe 70percent of the riders brought down a pole on the ninth gate, but several toppled it which brings the gate judges out on the course

  one totally cool horse who knows he's got it down. winning time was 40 seconds and Contender  took Second with 42seconds.  The horse knew he'd done good and did some happy kicking after the final barrier.

 +5000points 

I know the guy's name now, but not much else except that he is one of the top riders in the country, so I went  round and congratulated him after the convention had left. I recognized the car.

+2000points

although I sorely missed the Frog, I did not call

+1000,000 points

I had a   picture of the day up on Kodak billboard on Times Square and had no one to celebrate with and so missed the Frog doubly.

 +2000 points

although the  batteries are nott charging properly, I came home with only 2batteries used and 400pictures.

+ 2000 

I got 60 pics of a flashy red Ferrarri and some very nifty reflections in it.

 +1000,000 

I am hammering away with this shitty Gather orange crrap again which makes me totally frustrated because I never knew internet technology could be so bad, but Gather Inc is bringing this to a new level of incompetence.

 and this is from a person who was an editor in Suite101.com for two years.

+3000 

I updated my google pages and the weather image page for April and watched it crash. Things like normal. Google is always suffering technical problems.

+ / -  3000 points

  I called the frog because it's too ahrd not to hear  his voice. He was driving somewhere which is what he does when he's not in rehearsal, but he likes  shopping  and seems to be an acquisitive frog who likes to cook. He was in the cooking mode and he tried to ease the situation by making Frog jokes-- and this is very new on that side. I told him I had only appetite for  his delicious looking legs and not to mention killing some poor little creature from a pond. He told me he was  choleric and really I didn't miss him, and then realized that it wasn't true at all. Then salvaged the joke by talking food...  but by that time he was in the store and lfie goes on. He said a horse tried to eat him when he was a kid and I replied that horses don't eat frogs.

 And then he tried to educate me on films, but in that matter for a change I was right on the date and he was wrong and I never saw the film in question. So at least we were amicable.

 and this deserves a pile of points because this system is really horrific to work with.

But really I think the man in the stripey shirt with the beautiful white horse is the same man in the red jacket.  

What do you think?

And he was ever so calm and cool as if he had done nothing in the world at all.  But there were teams and horses there from Czech Republic. Slovakia, Germany and apparently the Netherlands and the field was  a virtual convention of horse vans. The preliminaries took a whole day in themselves, so there had to be well over a hundred horses that were in attendance and went through the early events.

And yet within a few minutes, the vans were loaded and the field empty as if nothing had happened there at all and all that was left were  empty plastic cups laying about because even the brewer's truck had vanished.

And today--  I have a very big ugly bruise on the inner thigh where the femoral artery is, but my other leg is no longer buzzing with numbness and there's a discolored  patch on my face were I fell.

And I don't feel so alone when I talk to the frog even for those few minutes. It's so hard to be alone.  I am so tired of it. What is life if you can't share food or small accomplishments or you have no one to laugh with or grumble about? Even frogs can be nice people and  really pianists should be choleric somewhat. 

I did all those  necessary things when I got up

I washed the knickers in the bucket along with last week's trousers.

I did the floors in the kitchen and hall and took out all the dead flowers.

I washed the morning dishes because I do not wsh dishes during the day or at night.

And I had a beer tonight. Maybe now because my shoulders hurt so much from the keyboard, I'll have the second, but it's not real beer-- it's some very bad horsepiss that could pass for American beer  because I am skint. It's 3crown beer-- say  14cent half liter bottle of beer.

 You can't  expect much from that.

  I can't see the keyboard if that's what you want to know.