Saturday, August 25, 2012

I can see clearly now

...  the view from Micah's dorm's rooftop terrace.  I'm so jealous!
Terry and I have been grooming and leading the filly around, so all the work Micah put into her this summer won't have been in vain.  The little darling left a dainty hoof print on Terry's leg last week when she bucked and kicked out.  Just trying to express herself.

Micah's gone to NY

Micah had a wonderful summer at Cornerstone Sport Horses thanks to Courtney's generosity.  Courtney has built a beautiful place and the special, relaxed atmosphere comes straight from her.  We've really appreciated being able to trust her to care for Liberty and, now, her sharing Liberty's baby with us.

Pretty Girl

Fillies grow quickly, don't they?  Holsteiner Horse Assoc. has rules that must be followed when naming a registered horse.  For fillies, the name must begin with a certain letter each year.  This year it's E.  Micah's first choice for Lanie is Esprit de Liberté (her mama's name is Liberty, plus Micah is all about liberty).  She also chose a name with the word Trinket in it.  Elegant Trinket, maybe.  In Sept., Lanie will go to Holsteiner Approvals in Fort Worth and go before a panel of German judges who will, I think, rate her on movement, confirmation, etc..  As with everything on my blog, this may not be correct.  Take anything I say with a grain of salt.  But, I am pretty sure that's what I was told.  I don't really know anything about it, but am thinking that a road trip to Fort Worth is in order.  I want to stay in the hotel Micah and I stayed in when we went up there for her AP teacher seminar a couple of summers ago.  It was in an old western (haunted, I hope) hotel.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

On the road again

I took this picture right before David went back to Austin for a couple of weeks of interviews before classes start up again.  It was a special, but fast, summer.

She tries to be good

This hideous creature is Leila.  Leila tries to be good.  She's terrible at being good, because she's a primal beast with no self-control.  This summer, she bit Emma and before we realized Emma had been bitten (long hair,) the bite got infected and she really almost died.  As tempting as it is to go into detail, I will take the high road on this one.  I may be joking about it now, but it wasn't one bit funny at the time.  No one was actually home to see the incident, but there's not any doubt in our minds that Leila did it.  Except Terry who sees only good in her (He thinks she's beautiful.  Need I say more?) and fawns over her so much that Micah says she would not be one bit surprised if that relationship turns physical.  Love is blind.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Cozy dinner at home

It probably comes under the heading of frivolous First World Problems, but it's annoying that my limited computer skills make it impossible to find the picture of the Versailles dining table unspoiled by an unappetizing green tinge.  One the other hand, Rosetta Stone on said computer enables me to know how to say:  Ce vert est mauvais et les serviettes de table ressemblent aux fleurs = "This green is bad and the napkins look like flowers. " And, unlike those with Third World Problems and, incidentally, inhabitants of Versailles when Marie Antoinette and Louis ate at a similar table, I have indoor plumbing, so I'll not whine.

John Adams' description of Marie Antoinette and the royal meal

John Adams was an unpretentious man as indicated by this sign displayed at his farm outside of Boston.  Here's what he had to say about the day in June 1778 after he witnessed the Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette eating their meal at "le grand couvert.":  Adams was turned out in attire "becoming the station I held, but not to be compared with the gold and diamond and embroidery about me."  Seated in close view, he said Louis XVI "ate like a king and made a royal supper of solid beef and other things in proportion."  Years later, he said of Marie Antoinette:  "She was an object too sublime for my dull pen to describe…  Her dress was everything art and wealth could make it.  One of her maids of honor told me she had diamonds upon her person to the value of eighteen million livres, and I always thought her majesty much beholden to her dress….  She had a fine complexion indicating her perfect health, and was a handsome woman in her face and figure…  The Queen took a large spoonful of soup and displayed her fine person and graceful manner, in alternately looking the company in various parts of hall and ordering several kinds of seasoning to be brought to her, by which she fitted her supper to her taste.  When this was accomplished, her Majesty exhibited to the admiring spectators the magnificent spectacle of a great queen swallowing her royal supper in a single spoonful, all at once.  This was all performed like perfect clockwork, not a feature of her face, not a motion of any part of her person, especially her arm and her hand could be criticized as being out of order." Complimentary words from a man who prided himself on his simplicity.  The idea of John Adams in Paris reminds me of a song my father-in-law quotes about soldiers returning from Europe during WWI... "How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm after they've seen Paree?"  How indeed.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

A day in the life of a horse crazy girl


Bouillon: Marie Antoinette's last meal, but not as good as a Happy Meal

We're plying David's dog, Emma, with every temptation we can think of, nursing her back to health after a very serious illness.   Bouillon hasn't been the most successful offering, but it has reminded me of a fantastic post with a recipe for bouillon and an outline of Marie Antoinette's life so much more succinct than I could produce that I suggest you go straight to the source:

I thought there was a factual error in this cleverly written post, one that gets me all riled up (that Marie Antoinette said "Let them eat cake.") until I looked up the critically important word in parentheses right before the sentence about the cake.  So, bonus, I learned a new word today.

Also... the Happy Meal hamburger should be credited with kick-starting Emma's recovery.  After eating practically nothing for over a week, Emma came to life when it was offered. It was, predictably, my idea.  I can attest to its deliciousness, but it was the steroids that the vet prescribed to amp up Emma's appetite that did the trick.  David is calling her Emma Clemmons.  I'm happy, and so relieved, to be able to report that Emma is going to recover.  It was nip and tuck there for awhile.  Pictured:  my collection of bouillon cups

Friday, August 3, 2012

My very own French chest

A couple of weeks ago, my friend, Trish, and I were walking down the aisle in an antique mall and this caught my eye. It looks very similar to a slightly larger piece that my parents bought in France. This one has been altered, though, which made it affordable. The two doors that have been removed allow me to put my Louis-Philippe china in a spot where I can see it many times a day.