Another Lifetime: Best Friends,Boys and Horses

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Best Friends,Boys and Horses

It's July and I'm dragging a big scrub brush along JP's thick, gleaming neck, and pretending he's mine. My best friend is behind me with "Cuz", my Instructor crush is in front of me with "Jessie", and the opening lines of my favorite song have just started to play on the radio. Yes!

I feel beautiful, my tall black boots coated in dust, hay sticking out from my ponytail. Chris is untangling the hose and wait Oh no he's soaking us!

Caity and I scream and duck into the empty stalls. Oh my Gosh we have white tee-shirts on! The horses snort and role their eyes. Oh my Gosh, is Chris in trouble? Chris is totally in trouble with the director.

I saunter back and lean into JP and ask him to lift his leg, begrudgingly he obliges. I carve dirt out of his shoe and look forward to rehashing the water incident over and over with Caity when we are back at my house. I need that single now too, perhaps we can stop at Strawberry's on the way home. I smile at the arrival of this summer's soundtrack.

We finish up, grab our lunches and walk out of the barn. The sun is....wow. So hot. But Chris is chilling in the back of his red truck and we hop in and get the scoop. He steals my chips and makes them disappear, so when he leans back for a nap, cowboy hat shielding his face from the sun, we tie his shoelaces together.

The plan is to take the horses swimming after lunch, and they're going to try me out on Jessie, the crazy one. Summer, I love you. Is there a day in your calendar when I will kiss a boy? A question more for my diary perhaps, but if you could just give me some indication so I will be ready....

6 comments:

Maria said...: what fun, I was transported; June 10, 2009 at 10:59 AM
onesilentwinter said...: wonderful!!! bravo, loved it!!!; June 10, 2009 at 11:32 AM
♥ Boomer ♥ said...: Awesome!!! More! More!; June 10, 2009 at 7:16 PM
Beverly Ash Gilbert said...: Oh how fun and free - to be a teen in summer! Playing like a kid, yearning to be a woman. And yes, asking the calendar 'when...'; June 11, 2009 at 5:35 AM
kendalee said...: Is there anything better than this moment in time? Perfect.; June 12, 2009 at 10:13 AM
Unknown said...: "so i will be ready..."

perfect positioning. vivid description. i am in the middle of the story, sitting on the barn door, a silent observer.; June 17, 2009 at 7:49 AM

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Three Cups of Tea, Greg Mortenson

The Hour I First Believed, Wally Lamb

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The House of Seven Gables, Nathaniel Hawthorne
"But as for the old structure of our story, its white-oak frame, and its boards, shingles, and crumbling plaster, and even the huge, clustered chimney in the midst, seemed to constitute only the least and meanest part of its reality. So much of mankind's varied experience had passed there, -so much had been suffered, and something, too, enjoyed,- that the very timbers were oozy, as with the moisture of a heart."

The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway
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The Life You Can Save: Acting now to end world poverty, Peter Singer
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Kiss Me Like a Stranger: My search for love and art, Gene Wilder

Eat Pray Love, Elizabeth Gilbert
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The Kindness of Strangers, Katrina Kittle

The Alchemist, Paolo Coelho, translated by Alan Clarke
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Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf
"For this is the truth about our soul, he thought, our self, who fish-like inhabits deep seas and plies among obscurities threading her way between the boles of giant weeds, over sun-flickered spaces and on and on into gloom, cold, deep, inscrutable; suddenly she shoots to the surface and sports on the wind-wrinkled waves;"

The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
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Best Friends,Boys and Horses

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