For the sake of clarity: *Starling* is the one who’s *deliberately* breeding dozens, or at least several, horses. *Her* horses are Capucine, who is pregnant, Petit Point, who is not, and Palisades, who is certainly not pregnant but who will be arriving at Ambarranch any moment now, where his job will be to impregnant Petit Point at the earliest opportunity. *Sarah* is the one who’s horses are being boarded and are *unexpectedly* turning up pregnant all over the place. Or at least, turning up with babies. We don’t actually know…
well!
It’s been a busy morning. Sarah has suddenly become the owner of a third horse with two more potentially on the way, Geni called to report she has a cold, and … ok, that’s all that’s happened, but it SEEMS like a lot. I’m *starving*. meow. meow. meow.
wretched!
Augh! Wretched! I just got this letter from the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers: Should your enjoyment of the conference up until the awards banquet on Saturday night be threatened by the tension of not knowing whether or not your entry won, you hve the option of learning in advance if [the editor] chose your entry as the winner. After Monday, September 9th, you may call or email me; I will first swear you to secrecy, then tell you whether or not your entry was chosen as the winner. Augh! Wretched!…
hooray!
Hooray! Ted has sold Emily’s car! Hooray!
So we went…
So we went to the state fair yesterday, and overall, thought it was pretty disappointing. I’d been hoping to find some good pottery on sale, but there were only two pottery booths at all, and the one that had stuff I rather liked wasn’t having a sale, so no luck there. I did, however, get to have a roasted ear of corn. Yum. And it was an amazingly gorgeous day. I got a little bit of a sunburn and a bunch of new freckles. :) The whole thing — about…