summer_jackel

I has it in my hot little paws I do I do.

Got the book when I went to the gravel/mulch/lanscaping supply place to get 1/2 yard of wood chips for my chicken coop. I do this less regularly than I should, but still regularly. There's a big pile o' chips, a guy with a caterpillar scoops up a load and dumps it at the back of my truck and I, because the damn truck isn't a pickup, shovel it all in by hand and drive off. The whole ordeal takes about 15 minutes, no big.

Today, the earthmover operator guy looks at me dubiously and asks if I can do that, if I'm alright. And again, after, while I'm shoveling with abandon. Yes, I say again with slight irritation, I'm fine.

What, because I'm a girl, I can't *shovel wood chips into a truck?!* Um? I'll tell ya, it's a lot easier, brute-strength wise, than, oh, chopping firewood, moving bales of hay and sacks of feed around, controlling all three of my dogs when they think someone's Labrador would make nice steaks, or turning a horse around when she's trying to run off with me, for that matter.

(Bey dosen't do that much, but she was starting to. I finally, after 14 years, moved her off of a snaffle and into a kimberwicke bit, for you horsey people out there. She hasn't tried to bolt on me very often since, but is as soft-mouthed as ever. I love the kimberwicke for any horse who is a little too strong-willed for a snaffle, but I won't use anything more severe. I'm not a good enough rider and besides my horses don't need it. Gee, this is a tangent, isn't it?)

Oh well. People suck. Not like I didn't know this. Still. I have a book and I'm gonna go read now. I know it's not gonna turn into a poly triad love story the way it should (awwwwwwwwwwwwww. I know, I know, there's always fanfic. Why aren't there more sweet poly triad love stories? Yeah yeah, I know, if you want something done right write it yourself) but still, should be plenty tasty.