This is our sweet, gentle giant Ricky. He knows when it's raining. He knows when a gate is left open, or there is a weak spot in a fence line. He knows when someone approaches with a carrot, or visitors have noisy children. He knows when the mama pig gets feed that he likes. He knows when his horse friend, Rocky is nearby.
Ricky does not know
- that I have an infection in a tooth and have to wait the weekend to go to the dentist. He does not know that I was down with a fever Saturday, but got up to take my lovely singer and harpist daughter to a performance in the big city (far away).
- that the parking garage was closed and I drove around a gazillion times.
-that there was a wedding in another section of the facility that had valet parking. I tried to get them to park my car.
-that my two month old (used) car started with weird dash lights and sounds, followed by smoke and/or steam pouring out from under the hood and liquid gushing out down the road.
-that I was in a part of town where I had to lock the doors. (Thankfully my sister was there so I wasn't completely alone.)
-that I had to carry daughter's harp, harp stand, bench, formal and other things for thee long trips on foot.She had gone in to the practice while I "found a parking space".
-that I parked in a no parking area near a curb when the car blew up(or whatever you call that) and every cross town bus came within inches of taking out my fender.
- that the tow company someone recommended didn't take AAA.
-that I would hurry and worry, and break a sweat for my fever and still miss my daughter's performance. :(
- that the farmer would come pick us up in the SUV that broke down so much that we bought the used car. (?)
Ricky woke up, like any other day. He stretched, munched on remaining grass, and dropped to roll on the ground. That must feel good to horses. Perhaps next time I have a Murphy's law day, I will drop to the ground and roll. Makes for an interesting visual image. Eh?