Now-ish, new year's edition

Jan. 5th, 2026 04:17 am
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Two days of Christmas left! I have two cards with enclosures to send, and presents to wrap (for the family gathering postponed to MLK weekend).

I took the traditional photo at the park on New Year’s Day; a light cold drizzle was falling and there weren’t too many people out, except a few walking their dogs.

a wet picnic table in a muddy park, with dark fir trees towering behind it

Yesterday we went to see Charlie and his owner, our former neighbor who now lives in a retirement complex a few neighborhoods away. I love that little dog so much! When I want to feel cozy at home I pretend I can hear him snoring again. As I begin to browse rescue dogs on the internet with a tiny bit more purpose than before, one of my mental filters is, “Can I see this dog being buddies with Charlie?”

After that we ate lunch at a Syrian cafe within walking distance of our house that we hadn’t tried yet. The mint lemonade is fantastic.

Here’s how my desk is looking these days:

a wooden table lit with banker's lamp and string lights, piled with books, a laptop, pens, and cords.
 
Progress is slow on the fic and risograph; today at the library I picked up a book I’d requested on how to paint travel posters, since that’s approximately the look I’d like for the riso.
 
I bought ingredients to make avgolemono since we have really good stock for it right now. And I think we’re in pretty good shape for the flood of CSA vegetables incoming on Tuesday.
 
Feeling a little old and creaky, as my lower back, which had been doing great after physical therapy this summer, started talking to me again. I will be gentle at the gym tomorrow; I wonder if it will be crowded with resolution-keepers?
 
In a mood to hide from the world and keep reading The Rose Field. And I got quite a few picture books at the library to dream over. It is still the quiet, quiet time.

This post originates at everyday though not every day. Comments welcome here or there.

Marker coming into his own

Jan. 4th, 2026 06:17 pm
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2025--most precisely, the fall of 2025--is when Marker really started coming together under saddle. In part this was due to me doing a lot of arena work on him, including basic schooling, focusing on getting his canter leads right but also doing a lot of lateral work such as two-tracking, shoulder-in, haunches-in, and so on. We also did a lot of pattern work and started doing the really fussy stuff involving sidepassing and backing through ground pole patterns. The fussy work didn't come along as well--that's a goal for 2026--but canter leads and lateral work showed progress.

Along with saddle work came a distinct improvement in ground manners. While old Mocha definitely played a role in ground manners--the old girl had very strong opinions about manners and was not afraid to tell Marker about an infringement of the Mocha Rules--after her death it somewhat seemed like he realized that he was the Only Horse and that he needed to step up to the plate, behaviorally. Of course, part of it is that he is very much a human-oriented horse and isn't very interested in sharing His People. He's become quite polite about his grain. Lately, when I bring him in from the field, if no one else is doing anything in the barnyard, I can toss the rope over his withers and tell him to "go to the rail." He stops at the edge of the mats (despite seeing the grain bucket right there--such a temptation!) to wait for a cookie, then turns his head away until I say "All yours now" and step back from the bucket.

That turning away of his head is definitely one of his coping mechanisms when there is something that is just so tempting but he can't touch it. Or play with it. He's done it when I've gotten after him for playing with the grooming caddy.

But it's also clear that he is a horse with Big Emotions, and while he's made significant strides in emotional self-regulation, he still has things to work out when it comes to his emotional expressions, especially in a herd setting. However, he's a horse who understands a lot of human words, or at least human vocal tones. "Good boy" has a small positive response from him, and "bad boy!" elicits a droopy, sorrowful expression. I haven't had to use it much lately. We'll see what happens in springtime, though.

These days, he's 95% at giving me the correct canter lead when I ask for it, and I can usually figure out reasons for why he doesn't always get that correct lead (usually due to soreness or I didn't set him up right). There's very little of the switching leads when he gets tired. Part of that is due to conditioning. Some horses need a lot of conditioning time to get a nice smooth canter, or to hold a particular lead. Gaited horses like Marker also have some different wiring as to whether they can pick up a proper canter from whatever their intermediate gait is, whether that's singlefoot, running walk, or fox trot like Marker does. Time and conditioning work wonders in that situation--something I learned from Mocha, who took a year from purchase time to getting a canter in the arena that didn't scare the other riders (or me! She went all over the place with a rider). But in Mocha's case, she'd been on a long layoff due to a tongue injury, and once we went through the initial conditioning phase her canter was always pretty good--I learned the value of taking time for conditioning from her.

Marker now has a nice, relaxed, rocking horse canter on his left lead. It's very smooth, slow, and on a slack rein--basically, the weight of a latigo leather rein on a loose ring snaffle. We're getting there on the right lead--he strained his left hind this fall, which is the driver of a good right lead canter. Right lead has somewhat been a challenge at times because that's the one where he's most likely to swap leads when he starts feeling tired or sore. So...since we're in the field for the winter, it's lots of straight line canter work for a distance. And it's coming along--I can now sit that canter instead of needing to go into a half-seat so he can move freely underneath me. It's no longer as rushed as it was. We have moments where it feels like the left lead, and those are happening more often.

I spend winters riding and schooling in the field. It's a throwback to my youth, where I had no access or means of transport to an indoor arena, so I rode a lot in a swampy field. One advantage of field riding is that if the field is big enough, you can do that straight line work to build strength. And Marker, unlike Mocha, has no problems negotiating diagonals across the field due to footing. We do a lot of fox trot work to improve his ability to gait on rough footing. Boy also likes his fox trot--he will happily zone out while fox trotting along, moving nice and relaxed in light collection.

Winter goals right now are to make that right lead as smooth and relaxed as the left lead. Which just takes time and practice. Then there's the fox trot on rough footing. More than that has to wait until we can get into the arena--more pattern work, and work over ground poles that includes learning to relax when sidepassing and turning over a pole corner. I also have to figure out his sweet spot--his turning radius differs from Mocha's, because she could turn a lot faster and smoother on her haunches than he can. Other things he needs to work on include being able to work calmly around a lot of other horses. That has to wait until summer and local horse events. I'm doing some of it now by riding him in and around the herd. And being calm when there's a lot of chaos going on around him. He's pretty good at it around the barn, but he needs to develop that skill elsewhere. It's just a matter of time and exposure.

Another winter goal is working on reducing the strength of my cues. Which--he's pretty responsive to turning from a weighted seat bone, even if he isn't rounding up as much as I would like when working in serpentines. That's a mutual goal because I have to maintain the strength to cue softly. He also is responsive to me turning my head along with a weighted outside seatbone. Could I take him bridleless? Possibly--more likely than I ever could do with Mocha. But we have some work to get there. In the meantime, we're working on softer, softer cueing. Which, again, falls back on me as well.

One biggie for me is working on getting my legs back and not leaning forward as much as I can do when going into canter. I'm also planning to spend time working on bareback riding--I'd like to be able to canter Marker in the arena while riding bareback. That's important for my core strength and balance. I'd like to find a reasonably priced dressage saddle that can fit the boy's round barrel because that will help me as well. But until then, working bareback will be a big help on the core strength and balance front (I also do weight work off of the horse, too).

Overall, he's definitely not a show horse type, at least from what he's shown me so far. But taking him to local shows also helps him acquire that emotional self-regulation he needs to develop in strange settings (the standout from his first show last summer involved him screaming in my ear--literally, nose right there--as well as deciding partway through the under saddle class that he was done and pitching a temper tantrum because he wanted to go out of the gate on the other side of the arena and GET AWAY FROM ALL THIS STUFF NOW). He's also a pretty darn nice and steady road riding mount, with a few exceptions (YAKS!!! Bicycles! EBIKES!!!). Which--I also want to work on.

All in all, he's coming along nicely and is a good safe mount for a skilled senior rider. When I look back at my Mocha training notes, I notice that not only is he coming along faster, it's with much fewer problems. Old mare had her opinions. Sometimes they didn't match mine as a trainer--and she had no qualms about bucking in her young years. He's less likely to argue with me, and wants to please. Some of this is the difference between a mare and a gelding--but another is the difference in temperaments. I've ridden geldings with strong opinions, too.

So yeah. The boy and I are going nicely into 2026. We'll see what it brings.


sunday later

Jan. 4th, 2026 06:44 pm
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Sunrise Rabbits.

My day: shopping with Jules, came home and folded 4 baskets of clothes, took a nap, made stuffed shells for dinner (frozen and then baked) and did this little picture. It's another one where I was experimenting with white nail polish to start the picture. Dave went ice fishing.
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I picked up this 1969 novel at a library book sale based on its premise. I had never heard of the author. One of the great pleasures of reading, at least for me, is trying random old books I've never heard of. In addition to the possibility that they might be good, they're also an interesting window into other times. (Often, alas, extremely racist and sexist times.)

Sixteen people, eight women and eight men, who were on a flight to London, wake up in plastic boxes on a short strip of road with a hotel, a grocery store, and two cars without engines. Everything else is a forest. Naturally, most of the women scream, faint, and cry, while most of the men randomly fight each other (!), or run around yelling. Our hero does this:

Russell Grahame, feeling oddly detached from the whole absurd carnival, ran his left hand mechanically and repeatedly through his hair in the characteristic manner that had earned him the sobriquet Brainstroker among his few friends in the House of Commons.

He then goes to the hotel, finds the bar, and has a drink. Everyone else eventually follows him, and he fixes them all drinks. They are a semi-random set of passengers, including two husband and wife couples, plus three young female domestic science students, one Indian, and one West Indian girl improbably named Selene Bergere. I have no idea why that name is improbable, but it's remarked on frequently as unlikely and eventually turns out to not be her real name (but everyone goes on calling her Selene, as she prefers it.) They can all understand each other despite speaking different languages.

Russell takes charge and appoints himself group leader. They find food (and cigarettes) at the market, select hotel rooms, and then the husband-and-wife physics teachers point out that 1) the constellations are not Earth's, 2) gravity is only 2/3rds Earth's and they can all jump six feet in the air! Astonishing that none of the others noticed before. I personally would have immediately run outside and fulfilled my lifelong dream of being able to do weightless leaping. Sadly none of them do this and the low gravity is never mentioned again.

They theorize that possibly they've been kidnapped by aliens, maybe for a zoo or experiment, and the gender balance means they're supposed to breed. Russell approvingly notes that many of the single people pair up immediately, and three of them threesome-up. This is like six hours after they arrived!

On the second night, one of the three female domestic science students kills herself because she feels unable to cope. The next day, a party goes exploring (Russell reluctantly allows women to take part as the Russian woman journalist reminds him that women are different from men but have their own strength) and one of the men falls in a spiked pit and dies. Good going, Russell! Three days and you've already lost one-eighth of your party!

All the supplies they take are replenished, and one of the men spies on the market and sees metal spiders adding more cartons of cigarettes. He freaks out and tries to kill himself.

I feel like a random selection of sixteen people ought to be slightly less suicidal, even under pressure. In fact probably especially under a sort of pressure in which everyone has quite nice food and shelter, and they seem perfectly safe as long as they don't explore the forest.

One of the guys tries to capture a spider robot, but gets tangled up in the wire he used as a trap and dragged to death. Again, this group is really not the best at survival.

We randomly get some diary entries from a gay guy who's sad that no one else is gay. He confesses to Russell that he's gay and Russell, in definitely his best moment, just says, "Wow, that must be really hard for you to not have any sexual partners here." Those are the only diary entries we get, and none of this ever comes up again.

They soon find that there are three other groups. One is a kind of feudal warrior people from a world that isn't earth where they ride and live off deer-horse creatures. Another is Stone Age people, who dug the spiked pits to hunt for food. The third are fairies. The language spell allows them all to communicate, except no one can speak to the fairies as they just appear for an instant then vanish. The non-fairy groups confirm that they were also vanished from where they come from.

Russell and his now-girlfriend Anna the Russian journalist theorize that the fairies are the ones who kidnapped them. They and a Stone Age guy set out to find the fairies...

And then chickens save the day! )

So, was this a good book? Not really. Did anyone edit it? Doubtful. Did it have some interesting ideas and a good twist? Yes. Did I enjoy the hour and a half I spent reading it? Also yes. Would I ever re-read it? No. Do I recommend it? Only if you happen to also find it at a library book sale.

I am now 2 for 2 in reviewing every full length book I read in 2026! (I have not yet gotten to one manga, Night of the Living Cat # 1, and six single-issue comics, three each of Roots of Madness and They're All Terrible.) I think doing so will be good for my mental health and possibly also yours, considering what I and you could be doing on the internet instead of reading books and writing or reading book reviews.

Can I continue this streak??? Are you enjoying it?

Infant holy, Infant lowly

Jan. 4th, 2026 02:05 pm
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Infant holy, Infant lowly, for His bed a cattle stall;
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Rain, Tree Cleanup

Jan. 4th, 2026 10:26 am
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It is still raining.  Our total here at the house is 15.75 inches.  It rained heavily overnight, so the official rainfall total is lacking that information, but it is at 18. 16.  That measurement is taken from the valley floor some 400 feet below us. There is often a difference in measurement, which is very distressing in drought years, and much less so in a year like this where we have 137% of normal at the moment.  That is just over 1/2 the normal rainfall for the year.  January and especially February are the months we usually get the most rain.  It looks like it will be a really soggy year. 
This summer we cut down several trees along the power lines.  No cleanup was done after the trees were on the ground because it was dry enough that running a chainsaw had the potential to start a fire. Not much of a chance, but any chance in these dry summer hills is too much.  Yesterday was cleanup day for three smaller trees. All little blue oaks, the biggest of which was perhaps 35 ft tall and about a foot in diameter at the base.  All three are now chopped up into firewood and stacked next to the road.  I'd like to get the other two, similar sized trees cut up today and a tarp over the wood.  The wood had a chance to dry during the summer, if it is protected from more rain it will be good firewood next winter.  It is getting critical that I sharpen chainsaw chains... 
The current mystery is where the fence tester is that should live at the Red Barn.  It has vanished. 

vignettes

Jan. 4th, 2026 12:32 pm
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This week's prompt is:
repair 🔨

Anyone can join, with a 50-word creative fiction vignette in the comments. Your vignette does not have to include the prompt term. Any (G or PG) definition of the word can be used.

Writing Dialogue

Jan. 4th, 2026 10:36 am
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Only managed to crank out 600 words on the WiP yesterday.

Making things up is hard. There's a momentum memories have that one's imagination does not have.

In particular, writing dialogue is hard. You have to do a lot of talking to yourself.

I'm facing two scenes right now that are dialogue-heavy. First is a bantering telephone conversation with Neal. Has to be sprightly & amusing. What plot-critical info does the conversation need to include? Possibly Neal's developing relationship with Mimi since Mimi's suicide attempt will be an important plot point in Part 3. But I'm really throwing the conversation in there to denote the intimacy of Neal & Grazia's relationship, since shortly he will be rescuing her from the New Millennium Kingdom.

Second is a bantering exchange between Grazia and Debbie Reynolds, the nurse who orients her to the care of COVID patients in the ICU. This has to establish instant, strong rapport: Debbie Reynolds' death is what catalyzes Grazia's breakdown. The two nurses share a very black sense of humor. This scene also has to be chock-full of gruesome ICU status detail. A challenge!

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Other than that, I did very, very little yesterday.

It's bright & sunny outside! It may even break freezing today!

But I'm a wimp. Freezing or below is generally too cold for me to contemplate solo outdoor activities.

Recent reading

Jan. 4th, 2026 09:13 am
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Read Tom Stoppard's Arcadia, which I've always vaguely intended to get around to reading and finally decided it was time, for obvious reasons, at the end of November, although clearly other people had the same idea, so it was on hold until now. Split between the early 1800s and the "present day" (circa 1993) at the same Derbyshire country manor, it's all tennis-volley wit and sly double meanings and then the narrative pieces start to click together and I was like, ah, this is a play about the way the past can be reconstructed, or misconstrued, from its surviving details - ... ) - and it is about that, but also, ultimately, it is an extremely compelling play about math. I love Stoppard's stage directions, which have such an eye for detail, sometimes ones that the audience won't even see (e.g., describing the inside of a book that there's really no practical way for an audience to see), and/or somehow both specific and open-ended that it's evocative of a given vibe that, as a reader, I can picture so clearly—
Gus doesn't speak. He never speaks. Perhaps he cannot speak. He has no composure, and faced with a stranger, he caves in and leaves again. A moment later the other door opens again and Valentine crosses the room, not exactly ignoring Bernard and yet ignoring him.

Books of 2025

Jan. 5th, 2026 01:01 am
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How many?
128, including comics and manga. Biggest year in over a decade.

I did a lot of buddy reading this year, with [personal profile] osprey_archer and [personal profile] tullycat (separately), as well as a non-fandom friend who wanted to get back into reading.

2024 - 105
2023 - 84
2022 - 85
2021 - 60

How many not by men?
66

Most books by a single author?
13 by Joan Aiken - [personal profile] osprey_archer and I did a read through her Wolves of Willoughby Chase series and it was wonderful.

Longest and shortest?
Shortest was The Real Inspector Hound by Tom Stoppard - plays are short!

Longest was Dune by Frank Herbert which was simply too long.

Favourite?
Butter by Asako Yuzuki really stuck with me for how it explored food, murder, and feminism.

The Spear Cuts Through Water by Simon Jiminez was amazing, an epic fantasy that feels arrestingly original.

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain is a classic for a reason, who would have thunk it.

The Wall by Marlen Haushofer, from the 1960s, I feel this should be way more widely known as a work of feminist speculative fiction.

I liked all the Joan Aiken reads to varying degrees, but special mention to The Stolen Lake which is an absolutely bonkers take on Arthurian legend and alternate history, starring Dido Twite my favourite girl in the world.

Favourite re-reads:
Heaven Official's Blessing by MXTX

Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie

Honourable mentions:
Don't Bite The Sun and Drinking Sapphire Wine by Tanith Lee, which were very funny and scarily prescient about the devaluation of art.

The Racket by Conor Niland is an excellent tennis memoir from a journeyman player.

Your Utopia by Bora Chung is a great collection of science fiction short stories.

Bad Blood by John Carreyrou, about Elizabeth Holmes and the Theranos scam, made me despair of humanity - but was so entertainingly written!

Batman: Wayne Family Adventures was a lot of fun.

Least favourite?
The Season by Helen Garner - sorry it was not good as a sports book or a memoir.

Oldest?
King John by Shakespeare, which I also saw staged as a read-through by Bell Shakespeare.

Newest?
I don't usually read a lot of new releases but this year was an exception. Emperor of Gladness, Cactus Pear for My Beloved and Chinese Parents Don't Say I Love You were all released around the same time. Oh and Kings of This World by Elizabeth Knox.

Any in translation?
Tons! Mostly Japanese, Korean and Chinese.

Arne in January

Jan. 4th, 2026 01:54 pm
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Arne in January 1

Met up with C. and her terrier for a walk by the harbour at Arne in the January sunshine. The water silver, still as glass. Cormorants and grebes performing vanishing tricks through a mirror.

I didn't get any good photos, but the light was gorgeous - you cannot take light for granted in January - and the harbour was very quiet, just the calling of the wading birds, or the splash of a rower passing by. Afterwards, coffee and cake at the café, sitting outside, the terrier curled in C.s lap, half-dozing in the sun, waking just enough to grumble halfheartedly at other dogs passing by.

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More snow

Jan. 4th, 2026 12:03 pm
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The forecast was for snow later this afternoon but it has already hit us!


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sunday

Jan. 4th, 2026 03:34 am
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3:30 am. Here I am up in the middle of the night. We went to bed around 10 but I woke up at 2. Dave was already up and reading in the living room. When we can't sleep it's better to try and get back to sleep alone so I encouraged him to go to bed and said I'd be in later.

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I've been thinking about kitties so here's a closed eyes drawing I did just before I went to bed last night. I like doing these! You can't go wrong. If they come out distorted that's okay - that's the charm of them.

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I'm thinking about kitties because I've been working on this amigurumi kitty. The hardest part is placing the limbs and features. Kitty's ears and front feet aren't exactly as I hoped they'd be, but oh well.

Everybody's talking/writing about LJ and how perhaps we'll be kicked off it. That will be too bad. I post my writing and pictures on LJ first and then copy and paste it on DW. If my LJ disappears all my pictures on DW will disappear. The writing will remain but I feel like my journal is more about pictures than writing. I originally used flickr to post the pictures I put on LJ but then I started to directly upload them to LJ - much easier. They will all be gone. Though I can go back to using flickr I suppose - it'll just be more time consuming. Blaa. My name on DW is Summersgate.

Hello, Portland [status]

Jan. 3rd, 2026 03:47 pm
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In general I am relying on smart o phone data while traveling, but it is varying in its cooperation, so this is a high speed, low budget smart o phone post.

Anyway! Several years have elapsed since the last time I stayed at what is now known as the Portland Hostel. In that time they finished building a new central building that houses the front office, a cafe, and a community space. The kitchen is now on the lower level of the original main building. And a grocery coop that I’d remembered has ceased to exist. Grocery prices are definitely jacked up here. Otherwise it’s all all right so far.

I am fighting a sinus/barometer headache, though. Sigh.

jumping around the scene

Jan. 3rd, 2026 11:47 pm
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I remember the days when I wrote on typewriters.

They didn't make me do these sorts of scenes in order. I ended up with a typescript with lots of scribbled arrows indicating this goes there.

The computer just let me put it actually in place.

sigh

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