Just lately I think I should believe in Karma.
Someone local threatened to break my fingers, and in general made life very very uncomfortable for a whole lot of people around here.. and their horse died. Seems severe I know, but hey.. I don't run things. Wish I did.
Alicia got stitches at the State Fair. Sliced her knuckle wide open. She'd spent part of the earlier portion of the day saying how it was such bad form to be carted off to the infirmary. Everyone laughed at you if you got carted off to the infirmary. She got carted off. Least she got to go sitting up and not strapped down.
I argued vehemently with Kenn about the location of the potted plants in our stall display. I liked the way they were.. he thought the one might be in danger. I disagreed. What danger could come to a prickly cactusy palm type plant? Of course- my favorite horse picked it up and thoroughly de-potted it. Damn. I wanted to save that plant too.
So now some people are saying very bad, slanderous things.. I kinda think it's funny, but at the same time I'm waiting to see exactly how Karma comes up and kicks their ass..
In the meantime I'm being vewy vewy careful.
Friday, August 31, 2007
The smell of DMSO in the morning..
I have never really researched how much of the human memory bank is referenced based upon olfactory stimulation... but it never ceases to amaze me what the random smell will dredge out of the webby bottom of my mind.
Take for example, DMSO. That horribly putrid smell puts me immediately in mind of Morrisville. That is NOT to say that the direct connections that my subconcious makes are in any way as negative as the scent itself. On the contrary. Strangely enough, after less than 6 degrees of seperation, my memories flow from the stench of DMSO to bubble bath in the world's best garden tub/ jacuzzi. Don't ask- it's one of those insane leaps the human mind is prone to making.
Another example- pine. Certain sawdust, pine-sol, those cheesey little pine tree air-fresheners- all of the above remind intimately of horse shows, even though we no longer use pine shavings ourselves.
Lately has been the best. The bite of fall is in the air (and it's only the first of September.. dear, GOD!) and the barn has that richer aroma from being closed overnight. It's as though the hay is more pungent, the sawdust more aromatic, and of course the horse shit.. well... you get the picture I'm sure. This morning, getting a nostril full of this veritable bouquet of scents, I was sent into a blind panic. WORLD SHOWS! (Again, do NOT ask, I do not KNOW why my mind works thusly) While we know WHO is going, not a one is yet in training, I do not know if they are under lights (as they should be), I haven't even seen some of them in over a month.. and we have (gasp!) less than 60 days.
This is no differant from any other year. But there you have it- the control that the nose has over the mind..
Take for example, DMSO. That horribly putrid smell puts me immediately in mind of Morrisville. That is NOT to say that the direct connections that my subconcious makes are in any way as negative as the scent itself. On the contrary. Strangely enough, after less than 6 degrees of seperation, my memories flow from the stench of DMSO to bubble bath in the world's best garden tub/ jacuzzi. Don't ask- it's one of those insane leaps the human mind is prone to making.
Another example- pine. Certain sawdust, pine-sol, those cheesey little pine tree air-fresheners- all of the above remind intimately of horse shows, even though we no longer use pine shavings ourselves.
Lately has been the best. The bite of fall is in the air (and it's only the first of September.. dear, GOD!) and the barn has that richer aroma from being closed overnight. It's as though the hay is more pungent, the sawdust more aromatic, and of course the horse shit.. well... you get the picture I'm sure. This morning, getting a nostril full of this veritable bouquet of scents, I was sent into a blind panic. WORLD SHOWS! (Again, do NOT ask, I do not KNOW why my mind works thusly) While we know WHO is going, not a one is yet in training, I do not know if they are under lights (as they should be), I haven't even seen some of them in over a month.. and we have (gasp!) less than 60 days.
This is no differant from any other year. But there you have it- the control that the nose has over the mind..
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