Trailer Backing and a Wet Horse

I promised last week that I'd post a picture of how successfully I backed my trailer into its spot. I didn't count on having my internet and cable go out on Monday and I just got it back late yesterday. There was definitely a disturbance in the Force when I don't have home internet for a week.

You can see how close it is to the green carport, and yet not so close as to hit it. You can also see the field gate on the left that opens into a pasture full of weanling cows that I didn't want to block, nor did I hit the pasture fence, which is directly behind the trailer. Yay, me! (Also, see my front bumper plate? "Yay, Sewanee's Right!*")

*Yea, Sewanee's Right!--the surviving last line of an old football cheer: "Rip `em up! Tear `em up! Leave `em in the lurch. Down with the heathen. Up with the Church.--Yea, Sewanee's Right!" The heathen may have been the Methodists of Vanderbilt which would date the cheer in the 1890's; the cheer was sometimes also used against Hampden-Sydney. Now used as an alternative motto and often shouted at the end of the Alma Mater. When used with the Alma Mater it is preceded by the transitional formula of an extended pause, the phrase "Hit it!" followed by "Yea, Sewanee's Right!"


Here is Asia all nice and slick and gleaming after being hosed off after our ride. She has that nervous, TB eye that says, "OMG! You're coming after me with that camera for no good!" Silly mare and I love her to bits. Click on either picture to see them larger. You can admire the Queen Mother all the more that way. *g*

Next Tuesday night I'm traveling to Atlanta to hear Billy Collins read poetry at Georgia Tech. Here's one of my favorites by him.

Another Reason Why I Don't Keep a Gun in the House

The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark
that he barks every time they leave the house.
They must switch him on on their way out.

The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
I close all the windows in the house
and put on a Beethoven symphony full blast
but I can still hear him muffled under the music,
barking, barking, barking,

and now I can see him sitting in the orchestra,
his head raised confidently as if Beethoven
had included a part for barking dog.

When the record finally ends he is still barking,
sitting there in the oboe section barking,
his eyes fixed on the conductor who is
entreating him with his baton

while the other musicians listen in respectful
silence to the famous barking dog solo,
that endless coda that first established
Beethoven as an innovative genius.

Billy Collins