Chicken Dinners & Hopeless Wanderers
Another high point: last night my friend Tara texted to let me know she got a hold of the premiere of the new show, Outlander, based on the novel series we both are reading and adore. She came over and we watched the show at my place. It was a wonderful, sexy, adaptation of the books and I was more than a little excited to finally meet Jamie and Claire in the flesh. I posted about my excitement for the show on Facebook and people were so unaccustomed to my girlytalk several folks earnestly asked if I had been hacked by a spammer. The hacking was done entirely by my intense love for James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser. Guilty.
Since Tyler is traveling on business Tara spent the night at the farm and in the morning we saddled up Merlin and Jasper for a trail ride together. I learned after about five minutes that Jasper needed some more trail experience (read: manners) before a guest could sit on his back and pony along for a ride. So Jasper went back into the pasture and I gave Tara the saddle and reins. I walked Merlin on a lead rope and gave her a horseback trail ride on my mountain trails. We covered pasture and streams, fields and wildflowers, and when we reached the steeper mountain road that lead up to a big field we talked about her building projects and learning to ride. As we made it to the top, I turned to look behind us at the scene we had slowly earned. The whole of Washington County was nothing but mists and mountains forever. I told Tara to turn around and she did, and thus declared an oath I will not repeat. I smiled at her startled joy. View of mountains and mist at sunrise are amazing for sure, but seen from the saddle they become more. It is hard to explain, impossible not to understand when your the one holding the reins.
We came inside to a quick one-skillet breakfast of chopped garlic, onions, and potatoes and eggs. We shared it and watched some videos while unwinding from the morning walk. She showed me the video for Hopeless Wanderer and I instantly forgot everything I felt for Jamie Fraser when I saw Jason Bateman in suspenders with scruff and a banjo. Also, hilarious. So enjoy this, Antlers. And if you're a witty guy with an acousticl instrument, you should probably email me so I can take you out to dinner. Bonus points for facial hair and skill with testy ponies.