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In which we can't avoid December, and we activate Coping Skills

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The month began with sad stuff, as December often does. It's really my least favorite time of year.

It's possible to survive the Big Dark.  I have strategies, and I'm going to share a few of them.
1.  RIDE
The trails are sloppy and horrible from more than a month of heavy rainfall.  I'm not complaining about the rain--we need it.  BUT there's no need to risk tendon injuries by slopping around out there.  
I've been heading over to Fish Creek Farm to take lessons from Dory (under the roof!  A covered arena is a godsend!) for the last few weeks.
We've mostly been working on my (lack of) cantering skills on borrowed horses, but I really want to ride MY horse too, so today's lesson was all about posture and balance and riding without my reins at the trot.  My (artificial) hip joints are capable of so much more than my hip flexor tendons will allow, so we work a lot on increasing mobility there. 
A strenuous workout is an excellent Coping Skill in December.
He…

In which he didn't stay nearly long enough: Puzzle, the best, best cat

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No matter how long they live, it's never long enough.

(I've stolen most of this post from Jim's Facebook page because writing isn't happening for me right now.)
Puzzle had a wonderful final day:  he snuck outside for a few minutes, then asked Monica to let him back into the house. 


When he came in, he finished off some salmon and had a little tuna water and a few kibble treats.



He spent the rest of the day going from laps 

to sleeping on the chairs or his bed. 


He played with his favorite mouse for a minute.


But, being so sick takes a lot out of a guy. And seeing your people sad is hard, too.

In which we are all on borrowed time, and Puzzle stays another day

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This time yesterday afternoon, I fully expected to write an obituary for Puzzle today.

I'm happy to report that the obit isn't needed...yet.  Yes, he is on borrowed time. 


About a month ago, there was Something Wrong with Puzzle.  He was eating constantly, but losing weight.  He puked a lot, he was in the sandbox all the time.  No fun for the cat!

Patty came out to the Farm (in her capacity of Veterinarian, although I do recall tea and scones being served, because a visit from Patty is always an excuse for a party) and pulled blood from the cat.

RESULTS (texted to me early the next day):  the kitty's thyroid level was WAY TOO HIGH.

Meds were ordered and administered.  Two weeks later, I sent Patty this video to show her the kitty's recovery:




I gotta admit that the cost of the meds is kinda high:  about $50 / month.  I would not necessarily spring for that much ongoing cost...but Puzzle is a special cat.


With the cat feeling much better, we went ahead with Thanksgiving l…

In which Foxie Loxie is a weird little dog, and he gets a grip

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If Foxie Loxie ever gets cast in a performance of Winnie the Pooh, he will be perfect for the role of Piglet.

Fox, like Piglet, is a Very Small Animal who gets excited at the idea of being Useful, and who worries about things like Hostile Animals and falling trees...and...and...and...
the kitchen floor.




Fox has not always been afraid of the floor, but recently Roo has repeatedly knocked him rather sideways with her big fat fluffy butt.

Roo doesn't mean to knock Foxie around.

In fact, she probably has never noticed that she does it.  When Roo gets Happy, she spins, and when Roo spins, she pays no attention to her surroundings.

This has almost led to catastrophe in the past, as when Roo nearly brained herself on a concrete wall.  She was so excited that she barely noticed the wall--even after she slammed into it head-first.

(Please note:  Floofs are lovely, funny, adorable dogs.  They are almost entirely Not Clever)


When a Very Small Animal gets knocked rather sideways by a spinning flu…

In which NaNoWriMo continues and there's a small clue here somewhere

Claus of Death:  a murder mystery
Anna had not cried.  She hadn’t yelled, or screamed insults.  She hadn’t even vomited—she was quite proud of that.  She’d felt like puking over Alex and Finn and Seamus and everyone else.  But she hadn’t.
When the brawl had roiled out of the kitchen to where people were gathered around the dining table, she’d looked over at Seamus on the bodhrán and the others on the step-up stage with her. 
Seamus had grinned that easy grin at her, and, without turning to face the rest of the band, raised his thumb up over his head—the signal to pick up the already brisk pace of “The Rocky Road to Dublin”.
Jimmy on the flute gave a whoop and immediately sped them up, and Anna went with the others where the beat led them, Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the ways to Dublin, whack follol de-dah….
Down on the floor, she saw more fighters jump onto the dogpile, while a few of the sensible ones—mostly moms with small kids, Anna noticed—grabbed up and…

In which it looks like Autumn and feels like Winter, and I keep on (w)ri(t)ding

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It's not very warm out there.



The trailer has been in the shop (driveway) awaiting repairs for the last two weeks.  I haven't entirely pined away.

I've been writing...



...and I've been riding.



It's been a couple weeks well-suited to hunkering down with my NaNoWriMo project, making soup, and keeping the woodstove going.




But as soon as the trailer was declared "FIXED"





...we were gone.

And it was GOOD.





Granted:  we rode for two hours, and then came home  and I built a fire in the woodstove and  hunkered down with the laptop  and a bowl of soup.
But that's good too.
UPDATE:  Ten minutes after I published this post, the rain started bucketing down peas-and-carrots.  I think I'll make some cocoa to drink while I sit in my fireside chair and write!

In which I provide another NaNoWriMo snippet to enjoy

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Claus of Death, a murder mystery

Louise Didn’t See the Bear knew that Anna Frost knew that Louise thought that Anna could be won over by a horse, but Anna didn’t believe it.
Anna had ridden horses her whole life, all over the world.  
She’d been a military brat, traveled the globe and no matter where she’d been, her parents had made sure there were horses there to greet her.  Short, hairy ponies in Germany.  Tall, bony Thoroughbreds in South Africa.  Elegant finely boned Arabians in Egypt.  And, back in America while her dad was deployed to the Gulf, an enormous grey warmblood with legs like phone poles and the inexorable gaits of a freight train.  She’d ridden endurance in Argentina, hunted foxes in Ireland. 
But Anna had never ridden a horse like Plum, and Louise Didn’t See the Bear knew it.
Plum didn’t look like much.  Almost as short as a pony, but with too much dignity and not nearly enough deviltry to be a pony.  Square of body, sturdy of leg, with feathered fetlocks like a dr…

In which it's NaNoWriMo, and I'm writing a murder mystery

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Claus of Death:  a murder mystery
Nick Frost was surprised to find a dead body in his living room.  He was even more surprised to find that the body looked a lot like him, down to the red tassel cap and gold reindeer buttons on the cuffs.
“Anna!” Nick hollered out the door to his daughter. “Awaayuu*!”
Out on the lawn there arose quite a clatter as Anna balanced groceries on her hip and shoulder and rushed through the door and into the house.  She stopped beside her father when she saw the body.  “Pʾubqliiz!**
Without stopping to do more than dump the grocery bags on the table, she knelt beside the body of the chubby man in red lying face down on the braided rag rug.  She felt for a pulse and didn’t find one.  Using her hand and her knee for leverage, she flipped the inert form of the man onto his back.  She tipped back his head, swept her finger inside the mouth rimmed by a formidable white mustache and beard, and searched for an airway obstruction.  Finding nothing, Anna looked up a…

In which we return to Santa Camp, and there are many jolly folk

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It's time to blow the dust off the Red Suit.


The NorPac Santas are a regional chapter of IBRBS:  the International Brotherhood of Real Bearded Santas.

More than that: they are a super group of jolly folk, dedicated to making people happy.



It's not all cookies and milk for Christmas performers, by the way. 


Santa True's two-day workshop covers important topics like adding value to performances by including songs, stories, and audience participation, knowing how to stay in character,



and even a special session for Elves, Fairies, and Mrs. Clauses (and reindeer wranglers, like me!).


Hard-working Santas know that it's important to eat a balanced diet




and spend plenty of time every day playing games



and having fun.





The culmination of the annual workshop is the Grand Parade through Great Wolf Lodge.








After much primping and fussing and taking of photos, the parade begins at last.





After the Parade is one of my favorite parts:  the meet-and-greet, in which the freshly groomed C…

In which the days wane and I'm looking for new imaginary friends

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It's getting Dark out there.





Our Knightly Friends held a Hallowe'en-themed practice (a "spooking session!") yesterday at Fish Creek, and several of us played along.














After the games, we weren't done riding.




Patty climbed aboard the Dragon


and took her for a spin.






Patty's verdict:  this horse has come a long way.  And that makes me very happy.  


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With November approaching, I'm starting to contemplate NaNoWriMo.  This year I hope to return to writing about Skookum, and work out some new stories about the little town that's actually pretty okay. 


To get the literary ball rolling, I have a request:  I'm looking for new characters.  Won't you help? 


Make up a person who lives in Skookum.  Please do NOT be serious.

* Tell me your character's name.  (Make it up!  Be silly!)  If the name doesn't give it away, you can specify gender and age.

*   Tell me how to recognize your character when I …