drowning at 7 feet sea level
Okay, I know it’s silly, me being a grown woman and all… but the horses!
Breanna’s riding skills have gotten better and so have Buttercup’s temperament skill. They’re best buddies now so when Bree has brushed Buttercup and cleaned her hooves… well, ‘ol Butter is proud and happy. So sweet!
Has anyone seen our yard guy?
…my kitchen window this morning… wondering what this day will bring.
Sims 4 recently dropped the Horse Ranch expansion and I took out gobs of other packs to make room. The wait had taken 9 long years, culminating in 67 pieces of dlc. Forget them; I needed horses!
This is Brianna Fraser and her Shire horse, Buttercup. They live in Henford on Bagley.
Yeah, it’s not perfect. There are stirrups but no stirrup leathers. Ah, well.
I’m obsessed with the horse muzzles. EA got a lot right in the pack, because the movements are amazing. The actions are spot on. Don’t get me wrong; ol’ Buttercup is wearing custom eyes and skin. Everything EA does can be made better by modders. 😉
I’ve not tried making wine or tending to goats or sheep. Why, when there are horses???
I NEED ONE!
Being 66 now… I feel it’s a tad unseemly to have hair this long. Almost 4 years ago, my hair was an inch long. Now? Goodness knows. The only thing stopping me.. is…I don’t know how I want it cut.
Joanie? What say you?
I hate fireworks. Not a city or county’s organized exhibitions – or even a rock star’s pyrotechnics – but the absurd dynamiting done by my neighbors.
If annihilation is their ultimate goal, the idiots made a good start last night. My house shook several times.
The noises used to be fireworks, sparklers for the kids, things of that nature.. and even some gunfire. I’d like to tell them that what goes up ultimately comes down…
The exceptionally loud noises had nothing to do with pretty lights in the sky. I cannot understand why they favor them… as they probably would never understand my viewpoint.
My stance? I was huddled in bed with two terrified dogs (Daisy has never cared – until last night) and a Navy veteran who thought the sounds were very much like being depth charged by a Russian sub.
I am not fucking amused.
I’m very much at loose ends this weekend. Our oldest was supposed to visit but her flight was cancelled along with thousands of others… so yesterday was spent lounging on the sofa (mostly), giving my bent and broken body a bit of ease. It’s not used to deep cleaning the entire house in one week. And before you chuckle: old(er) age is not kind, not to body or mind.
Oh, good grief. Just remembered I have a birthday next month.
That said, today’s concern is the bamboo we have in the back. It’s Seabreeze, a clumping bamboo, so it won’t run away into the neighbor’s yard. You know, the guy who cut down the amazingly beautiful, thick as pudding Star Jasmine hedge growing on the fence. TWICE. (Will I ever get over the loss?) Also, I shouldn’t mention this… but he bent our fence. Feels mean to mention it… oh, well.
The back is a muddle of things growing out of control because it’s been a very hot, wet summer. Seriously!! Every day was dark and stormy. It was like an old radio mystery… for weeks on end. I kept waiting for a grim voice to reveal whodunnit!
Fortunately the last three days has afforded at least some sun, so I took time out to look at things.
This was taken an hour ago. The clear sky won’t last long.
Well, the stuff may be ‘clumping’, but the top is going to reach for bloody Mars. Should I trim it or wait six months to see what happens? Should I train it to reach for the neighbor’s house? Should I dig it up, considering I never know what I’m doing when planting crap and always get it wrong?!
Leisure being highly under-rated, I may just go back to the sofa…
Eternal love and thanks to the men in my life; my husband, my adoptive father and my dad.
I miss my dads every day and am sooo thankful that I had them. Also, isn’t Mike cute? 😉
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