Well! And Happy Post-Labor Day to you and yours. I hate traveling on holidays, preferring to stab myself, repeatedly, in the head with a rusty fork. But Labor Day is Britt and Britt calls. And I answer. Because…well, who wouldn’t drive SIX HOURS to go see the back end of a bunch of Percherons, right? This trip started out lovely – we got in the car at o’dark-thirty on Friday because I Had a Plan. Our first stop was Mason City, to see the lovely Camille Lee at Soyphisticated Candles. I love all her stuff – especially her lip balms – the peppermint is my favorite – but I’d never been to her little shop. O. M. G. What an absolutely adorable place – all lavender and taupe, like a quiet little jewel box. Her workshop is in the back and it’s even cooler! I met her by accident, several years ago, on the way to Britt and I’ve been a loyal customer ever since. It was a quick, delightful visit, grabbed my lip balms, some lovely-smelling melts and an unscented oatmeal and honey body lotion – so soothing!
And I’m glad it was soothing because that visit was the last thing that went according to plan. I won’t bore you with details except to say Couple + Travel = YIKES! El O and I don’t do car travel well – in fact, had we dated via car instead of motorcycles it would’ve been a very short-lived affair. Highway construction meant rest of Friday’s plans went to hell in a handbag, amidst much yellage…then the rains set in….remember when you were a kid and your mom (or dad) said “don’t make me turn this car around”?
Mama turned that car around.
And instead of Minneapolis we went back to Forest City so the Staties wouldn’t find us on the side of the road, hands clutched around each others’ throats in a death grip…..folks got to know their limitations, right?
Dinner + Morong Musette = YIKES! Fettucini Alfredo FAIL. Really? It’s a pretty simple dish…still not sure how they managed that – oh, what am I saying? I was in a little town in Iowa, not Italy. It’s like expecting a restaurant in Umbria to nail the whole Brats ‘n Beer thing….. I ate the salad and vowed to get a burger next time…but we were relieved to find out Forest City has a really cute breakfast cafe. Something to look forward to on the way to Britt for a day of sun, fun and HORSES!
Saturday am. Awaken to thunderstorms. Ah. Okay. But! Breakfast Cafe.
It’s closed. Not supposed to be. But it is.
This is Forest City, IA, folks. Not Chicago. Not even Des Moines. Sally’s is closed means You Are Squooed. And I’m kinda scary when I’m hungry – especially in the early morning. Driving around like a demented velociraptor, I drag our sorry,starving asses all over Forest City and – HALLELUJAH! Cabin Coffee! Breakfast Bagels!! God Bless America! Crisis averted.. Britt! Here We Come!
Um…yeah. About that… Thunderstorm + Horses = YIKES! Normally placid drafts snapping, sidesteppin’ and whinnying and pretty much NOT IN THE MOOD. And here’s the thing: if a 2000-lb horse is not in the mood, it’s gonna get shaky – for everybody. And only a psychopath would hitch 1-6 horses to a wagon and try to navigate a dangerously muddy track. Hitch People are not psychopaths. Even the Halter class (1 horse shown in halter) was Crazy- normally held in the arena with plenty of room to strut (and run) their stuff, heads held high, these ginormous. athletic horses were reduced to this:
Horse Master (to halter presenter): okay ‘ trot them right in the middle and keep their heads down – BE CAREFUL they don’t hit their heads. right in the middle. RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE. WATCH THEIR HEADS!!! BE CAREFUL. KEEP THEIR HEADS DOWN! WATCH THEIR HEADS!
Because Giant Draft Horse + little covered show area, normally used for pigs and cattle = OW! Seriously Lame Halter Show. So off to the barns we went, so I could smooch my boys. Alas. The barns held super-crabby horse-butt, unwilling to engage with puny humans such as myself. The few who did condescend to say hello seemed pleased with my choice of perfume: Liz Zorn’s Amun Re The Tears of Ra. Sweet Honey in the Ra! Liz, you have done it again. This is a rich, honeyed, mead, awash with a citrus sparkle. I need another full bottle of perfume like I need to get bitten by a draft ..but I think I might have to spring for this one. The backstory is fascinating: The God RA is said to have cried tears of honey or honey bees that after falling from the heavens, turned into the first humans when reaching the earth. Cool.
Notes are Citron, Linden Blossom C02, Hawthorn, Henna Leaf, Honey, Ylang Ylang, Amber, Guaiac Wood, Botanical Musk and Vanilla, perfectly balanced. It’s just gorgeous. And crabby drafts like it, too! “So what?” you ask? “Mitsouko” I answer. Mitsouko + Drafts = green snot all over Musette. So…if you’ve stuck with me through this Mad Crazy so far, you are eligible for a giveaway of the Ra sample. Just drop me a comment – but add “Mad Crazy” in a sentence so I know you are actually reading this insanity! LOL! Yeah, I know. Indulge me. You won’t regret it. This is beauty!
So! Show Time! Um. Crabby horses + Soaked Track = Maybe No Show. Britt is a solid 6 hours from home, so when word came down it was going from 2P to 4P to…I dunnoP…we headed out. Blasting down I-80 like somebody was after us, it turned into a glorious day the further south we went. sob! But all’s well that ends with El O making up for me having to turn the car around – yesterday and today was Work City! he got the bat house up, fixed the gutters and is installing the new furnace! I channeled my Inner Ant and cleaned out the pantry shelves. Whoo-hoo! And I got a brand-new (to me) washer and dryer. Craigslist+ El O = YAY! We got a Maytag Bravos set for $350! I am unworthy of the washer. I think I need to get an engineering degree to run the thing. But I have to ask: is there really such a difference? I’m thrilled with the idea, don’t get me wrong – but the old, crappy washer washed clothes. What would make this washer worth almost $900 retail? Doesn’t it…wash clothes? I’m not washing the space shuttle. Do any of you have newfangled sets? Do they wash different? Better? I figure any washer is better than beating clothes on a rock in the stream…but for $1000+ for a washer, I want that damn thing to fix me lunch. AND clean up the kitchen when it’s done!
The dryer will have to wait – we have to pipe in gas lines (YAY, El O!) and fix the ‘cosmetic damage’ – apparently the husband of the previous owner was cleaning his gun (world serious here!) and didn’t realize there was still a round in the chamber. Shot the dryer right in the ass! LOL! It’s a tiny little ‘through and through’, bless its hort. I love it! Who shoots a……dryer?!!?
What say you? Epoxy it or keep the bullet hole?
Good Grief! but I’m glad to be home! and …check it OUT! I got not one but TWO leetle reviews in here! Way to go, Musette (ya loser! LOL!)
I hope you guys had a less insane hollerday than I did. What’dja do?