Got up medium. Dressed. T + Mom brought the news Red Sun is dead. He didn't look so bad contrary to Pushkin. Walked Greta + Guerly. Pops went to town. Heard "Strange Homecoming." Mom did (dyed?) her t-shirt. Pops came back at 12:25pm. All four of us went to Biscayne. Saw Mr. K. Francis, Jr. Got a lift to the 9-mile marker. Said when we're ready, tell him, he'd get me a horse.* Came back. Helped with fire. Showered. Ate. Heard "Dulci." After, pjs and bed.
*Thank you , Oh, thank you Mr. O.
- Snack: 3 bananas, 1 1/2 Busta, 1/4 orange, 1/2 grapefruit.
- Dinner: red corn meal+ coconut, fried red herring, tomato+orange+banana+mango chutney, guacamole, green banana+corn beef hash, ochroe (okra?)+coconut corn meal
I was horse-obsessed. Sometimes when we rode the bus into "town" (Kingston), I'd fantasize that I was actually outside the bus on my horse, galloping. There was a railing that ran along the outside of the stairs up onto the flat roof; I constructed a saddle and stirrups from a blanket and some rope, and would practice riding--even "posting" (which is very difficult to do when your "horse" isn't moving). And you know I've yet to actually ride a horse? Even better, I'm about a mile and half right this very second, from a stable with horse you can rent. Have lived a mile-and-a-half from said stable for 12 years this summer. I really oughta, after all this time...
So! Didja notice?.. no sardines!