Happy Wednesday! I don’t know-know I broke my little toe. But at the very least I bruised it heavily! It’s a fun thing to watch slowly change color over time.
Reading: I caught up on almost 2 months of People Magazines! Ask me anything about American movie star gossip! Anything at all! I am just SO informed right now.
Watching: I am feeling increasingly guilty for NOT watching Mimi. I even scheduled an online discussion of it for tomorrow night to force me to see it, and I still haven’t. It’s just so much easier to watch brainless reality TV, you know?
Thinking: I fell out of the canoe on Monday, and ever since then my little toe has been swollen, red, and sore. But I think it is getting incrementally less all of those things every day, so it’s probably fine. Right?
Listening: I woke up before 6am today to drive two hours from the lake house into the city, and along the way I listened to podcasts from the BBC. It’s a True Crime podcast, which I was hoping would keep me awake because I want to find out what happens next. But on the other hand, soothing BBC voices are very soporific. So it was a mixed bag. Probably should have switched to Yo Yo Honey Singh for the last half hour.
Now, question for you!!! Kind of a silly one. My parents and I went to see the dancing Lipizzaner Stallions on Sunday. Which is no doubt amazing and all that, but what I got distracted by was 50% of the audience being little girls clutching toy horses. I totally forgot that was a thing! But it is a thing, right? Horsemad little girls? Anyway, question, were you/your friends/your siblings/yourself ever a Horse Mad Little Girl?
I wasn’t really. I was vaguely interested for like a minute, and then I got over it. But my sister was super SUPER cow-mad. Learned everything about cows, knew all the breeds, could recognize them when we drove by, was always a cow for Halloween, had toy cows. I was going to say it was weird, but then, why is that any weirder than being horse-mad? Equally useful and beautiful animals, equally exotic to a city child.