Friday, April 24, 2009

Look Who's Six!!!!



I am breaking my blog silence to wish my dear Berhwood happy birthday! He's come a long way... Here's a brief scan through his life since he met me. Hopefully he's pleased with how it worked out.

Here he is today:


Here's the photo from Dreamhorse that sent me looking for him. My horse friend thought I was nuts. I'm not sure if she's ever forgiven me for getting him...

When I arrived at the stable in Oregon, this is what I saw. A sad looking long-yearling with terrible feet. But I was smitten.

This is supposed to be his mom. I can see him in her, but boy, she has a nice shoulder. My afore mentioned friend said, "Get that mare!" when she saw the pictures.


So he arrived, with the name of "Will." He and Red were instant buddies- Red had lived alone for many years. Call Will my gift to my old horse.


He quickly filled out. About as quickly as his name changed from Will to Wilbur to Berhwood. Sorry for the name, buddy...

I actually thought he started to look a bit, dare I say, elegant? Nah. Cute, though.

We went to the beach, and checked out the foam. Notice that belly. Doesn't ever seem to go away, does it?


Quite a different looking horse than the scrawny long-yearling. Here he is at 3.



At 4. I really love this horse.

Somewhere between 3 and 4, learning about saddles and such.


Looking like a draft horse. I still wonder who his supposed "warmblood" dad was. I'm thinking one of those American Warmbloods. The half draft ones? So he'd be 1/4 draft horse.

One of the handsomest 5-year-old noses on the planet, in my unbiased opinion!

He is a real goober sometimes. He's now 5.


Settling in, Idaho.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

A Measure of Ten Years

This week, temperatures soared into the 90's. It's the end of April. This Redwoods and fog girl is wilting! A couple days ago, I dug out my Clark sandals. Put 'em on, and set out for my day in the blistering heat. Walking across the parking lot towards the post office, I stumbled. This wasn't a geeky Emily stumble, this was a shoe falling apart stumble. Half of the bottom of my left sandal fell off. Stopping, I pulled off my sandal and looked at the bottom. Disintegrating would be the best word for its condition, and the right was in a similar stage of deterioration.

After taking care of my business at the post office (letter 3 to DMV, trying to get a replacement title before my registration needs to be renewed the end of May!Been working on this since January 10th, no less.), I headed to Famous Footwear to get replacements. Which got me to thinking about the history of those sandals. In 1999, I was working at Burnt Ranch School, out in the hot river valley, and I purchased two pairs of sandals for the sunny days out there. Ten years ago. These sandals are the measure of ten years. With them, I walked through a second BA in Psychology, a Master's degree in Education, a tutoring business, envisioning and creating my school (Blue Heron Middle School), thinking about going somewhere to earn my doctorate, visits to Moscow, Idaho; Austin, Texas; Phoenix, Arizona, and Boise, ID to look at schools, a trip to Mexico, a trip to Virginia on Amtrak to take a class on differentiated instruction, numerous trips back and forth to Boise... Lot of miles in these sandals.

It seems fitting that these sandals, which were there with me at the beginning of my quest to better understand schools, learning, and kids, should fall apart now, while I begin my studies at BSU. There are metaphors, analogies, and soliloquies in there, I just know it. But they will have to wait until I'm finished with the three papers due in two weeks! If you have any, please feel free to post them here. :)

The trees are visibly greener each day, and the grass is clearly longer, as well. Amazing how quickly everything changes. I have been getting up early in the morning to work with my horses, before the heat hits. Trying to work with them in the late afternoon/early evening wasn't working; they seemed tired from the heat, and I was, too. I am having a great time with them. Will post pictures soon. Perhaps when Stuart comes up again the end of May, we can get some videos again. The dogs are beginning to adjust to the heat, after adjusting to the freezing cold. I think the heat is harder on them than the cold. I'm working on setting up an umbrella and mister system on the back deck so we have a cool place to hang out during the days, though the house stays surprisingly cool. I make a gallon of "sun tea" every other day, and I am having no difficulty meeting my "8 glasses a day" of liquids, now. My biggest worry recently was tracking down my shorts and other hot weather clothes. Was coming to the conclusion that I had tossed them, or left them in storage back home. Well, lo and behold, I found them in a trunk, where I had put them when I unpacked my clothes in the middle of the snow storm. I thought, "I won't need these until summer, so I'll put them here." So glad I remembered!

Friday, April 3, 2009

A Test of One's Mettle

The trees are beginning to wake up. They look, from a distance, like their bare branches have been dipped in green paint. Or yellow paint, for the weeping willows. Clouds of bare, green or yellow twigs. I'll try to get pictures, but can't promise any.

So you don't worry or wonder, this will probably my last blog post until the semester ends in May. The title of this post refers to the work I need to do between now and then. I feel like this is a test of my true belief in what I am doing. Why am I here? What did I want to get out of this experience? Am I really cut out for doctoral level work? Am I willing to direct every ounce of effort in my being towards this endeavor? I guess we will know in five weeks. :) Right now I have two massive papers, 25 McNair scholars echoing in my head from transcriptions, several books to read, and two projects to complete. I think the day after my last class, I am going to just sleep all day. Or pack a great lunch and go hike in the mountains. Just disappear and not think. Ah, something to look forward to...
A dog's life....sleeping the day away.

Until then, I leave you with Georgia. She has a knack for causing me to stop in my tracks and take a momentary pause. I am thankful of my dependents, for that reason. Otherwise, I'd probably work until I dropped. They bring a little sanity to my day. Except this morning when they escaped from the house and ran across to the neighbor's yard! As my friend said, having deaf dogs is like having toddlers. With Arcy and Georgia, I can't call them because they can't hear me, and if they see me they don't come, they just wag their tails and go about their business. It's like they learned how to say, "No."

"Mother Theresa" costume.

Oh, and here's the corrected link to the other horse and dog videos on Stuart's web page:
Video Link



Something about tan under-ears is so...adorable.