24th October, 2019 Thursday
Well, Dream kite wafted in and out of my mid dark wee hour worry zone. The audible option is a bit light these nights as “Becoming Marie Antoinette” by Juliette Grey is a feather light brushing of the runup to Dauphine of France from Marie as the youngest daughter of Empress Maria Teresa of Austria, the Hapsburg Matriarch who delivered 16 offspring to this Earth. Its a portrait of the Palace of Schonbrun in the 1760’s and of the politics of Europe as the Dynasties of the day allied through promising their offspring to eachother’s children as a spouse to cement the allies they might need incase of aggression.
And look how far we have evolved from this practice of essentially selling children off as breeding stock to cement allliance to Donald Trump Tweeting as he Shits whatever his Insanity might tweek as turds drop from his ass.
Give me Maria Teresa.
Yet we all know how poor sweet Marie Antoinette met fate.
Apparently she was a sweet child, far removed from the ugly things her status inflicted on its Poor who eventually would savage off her head.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…” begins Dickens incredibly relevant tale of the Era of Revolution the late 18th Century smashed through Europe’s status quo.
Warren and Sanders are one extreme of our current need for Revolution and the Fucking GOP storming closed sessions is another.
So I spent the afternoon at the local hospital in a meeting to go over what a knee replacement runup, execution, and recovery looks like.
My Husband will do fine. He is as usual his rock solid self. Working his leg in the local pool so it feels almost good which means his muscles are where they need to be so he can thrive after they carve out the crap which makes him hurt. He has the most astoundingly lovely man legs. And one of them bows way out to the side.
So I woke to yet another astounding Gorge Autumn Legendary Day as my amazing Continent presented me his massive skull for caress as is his first request as he begins his day. I do love him.
The Zoi, Siberian Princess Swedish born is slated to walk the Ring for Show this weekend. And chance for Points, and all of what that standard means. I do this shit only because I know she has all the genes in her sweet form which should she reproduce would spread great things across her kind. I know that, but until she is seen across the screen of those that have purchase in her Breed longer than I do, I have to present her in a forum they like to Judge. She is superb in everyway. And all of you who want to question where I found her will not be able to deny how fabulous she is when you see her. My agenda about her has nothing to do with me. It is only about helping the Breed you all love so much. I know she is Alien to the the things you know. Time around her and me will build your trust. She is something you can trust. As I am as is her unknown lovely brilliant Swedish breeder Lotta Brostromer.
But damn, the Zoi Huntress of those ever teasing squirrels that leap along the branches in her yard, somehow rammed her lovely cheek bone up against a rock I figure last weekend and sure enough, because she heals so well has lost the fur above the scab. Well, lets just see how she does this weekend.
We are looking for the worthy Borzoi Boy for sweet Malinta-Galina who for most of you is total outcross to spew her lovely gifts which have not spread America for almost a century. They were here early on in the oughts.
Husband derailed my line of dirft. So I leave you with….
Tea With Me 