I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
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Does one try a saddle for size, like a pair of jeans? (come to think of it, you need the horse there to!)
ReplyDeleteI hope you're having a marvelous time.
ReplyDelete@gz: I tried all the saddles. None of them was a good fit, they hurt my back.
ReplyDeleteNag: Of course. I have not been jailed or shot at yet.
That might come tomorrow.
Those saddles must be for export, yanks would require larger ones!
ReplyDeleteMr Adullamite: I see you've not been paying attention in the Innertent School of American Studies, or you'd have known that "Yankees" are not permitted in the southern states, and are completely repudiated by the Republic of Texas. So much so that the Mason-Dixon Fence was constructed in order to keep wrong-thinkers and impolite folk out. It is electrified and powered by two nuclear reactors in Virginia.
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