It's Sunday AM ...
... and I've read the Vincennes Sun-Commercial's "Friday football: Red Hill rolls Lawrenceville under", their account of Red Hill's 56-0 pounding of "Hellville" in their own house.
Way to go, Salukis! This seems to be a special year for them. Maybe Roscoe will see the light, someday, and realize there is more to life than everything east of Country Club Road. Or not, knowing him.
We had an interesting Saturday. Janice had a hair appointment and on her way back from Glastonbury, she took the "back roads". Around the upper point of Birch Mountain Road (less than a quarter mile from us) there is a farm. They are selling pumpkins, gourds, corn sheaves, etc., to the local gentry. We needed to run a few errands, so when she came home, we decided to go over there.
What we didn't expect is that they are also keepers of Hanoverian horses. The Hanoverian is a huge German breed, close to the size of a Clydesdale in height, but is used in European dressage and jumping competitions.
Good Lord ... these horses are immensely tall. Nick Evans has nothing on them. The Hanoverians these folks have are extremely well adjusted and very friendly. I forget the name of the biggest one there, but he was just so happy to have a neck/face/head to nuzzle with (mine). As he stood, his head was at least at 9 feet ... I think the farm owner said he is around 20 hands, which as measured at the shoulder, is around 6' 8". Anyway, he was a very gentle and very friendly giant. As I said to Janice as we drove away with our three cornstalk sheaves, "That horse was gi-normous!"
From there, we went for some lunch at the Main Street Pub here in town. There we met the shortest entity of the day, the mom of the bartender. Marsha (the mom) is in her late fifties, and is roughly 14 hands tall from head to toe. For those of you without a calculator, that's approximately 4 feet 8 inches tall. We had a good lunch there, and I kidded the mom about how she should stay in her seat because it made her look taller. She took it all in good stride, and made some "tall" jokes about me.
We ran our errands, got what we needed at Lowes and Home Depot, and came home for a quiet night.
Today, it is beautiful here. There's not a cloud in the sky, and the early morning sun is streaming ribbons of light through the woods behind us.
We have a lot of things on our agenda for today (one of which is my watching the Redskins play the Giants), but also many of which are targeted for our upcoming sibling visit.
Way to go, Salukis! This seems to be a special year for them. Maybe Roscoe will see the light, someday, and realize there is more to life than everything east of Country Club Road. Or not, knowing him.
We had an interesting Saturday. Janice had a hair appointment and on her way back from Glastonbury, she took the "back roads". Around the upper point of Birch Mountain Road (less than a quarter mile from us) there is a farm. They are selling pumpkins, gourds, corn sheaves, etc., to the local gentry. We needed to run a few errands, so when she came home, we decided to go over there.
What we didn't expect is that they are also keepers of Hanoverian horses. The Hanoverian is a huge German breed, close to the size of a Clydesdale in height, but is used in European dressage and jumping competitions.
Good Lord ... these horses are immensely tall. Nick Evans has nothing on them. The Hanoverians these folks have are extremely well adjusted and very friendly. I forget the name of the biggest one there, but he was just so happy to have a neck/face/head to nuzzle with (mine). As he stood, his head was at least at 9 feet ... I think the farm owner said he is around 20 hands, which as measured at the shoulder, is around 6' 8". Anyway, he was a very gentle and very friendly giant. As I said to Janice as we drove away with our three cornstalk sheaves, "That horse was gi-normous!"
From there, we went for some lunch at the Main Street Pub here in town. There we met the shortest entity of the day, the mom of the bartender. Marsha (the mom) is in her late fifties, and is roughly 14 hands tall from head to toe. For those of you without a calculator, that's approximately 4 feet 8 inches tall. We had a good lunch there, and I kidded the mom about how she should stay in her seat because it made her look taller. She took it all in good stride, and made some "tall" jokes about me.
We ran our errands, got what we needed at Lowes and Home Depot, and came home for a quiet night.
Today, it is beautiful here. There's not a cloud in the sky, and the early morning sun is streaming ribbons of light through the woods behind us.
We have a lot of things on our agenda for today (one of which is my watching the Redskins play the Giants), but also many of which are targeted for our upcoming sibling visit.
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10/08/2006 08:20:00 AM
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