Thursday, July 24, 2008
Close to Nowhere
It’s very quiet at my house this week. Kinda scary compared to last week, when part of the week I had 12+ people for the weekend and then five girls for the rest of the week (I’ve promised not to call them “little” girls anymore).
This week there are no girls anywhere. Some went home, some went elsewhere to visit and mine went off to visit one of the friends who went home.
Apparently Remy, who’s “only” 10, was greatly encouraged by the audience that was at our house last week and decided to show them her bravery and expertise.
So, at 7 a.m. one morning, Mom went out looking for Rem; as she was nowhere to be found in their house or our house.
She found her because Rem was excitedly calling out to her -- “Mom, look at me!”
Mom nearly fainted! The Gremlin was perched atop Dude (short for Deuteronomy), the big black horse that lets no one ride him but Dana (Mom). This horse is nearly 17 hands tall and even at around 20 years old, is very high spirited. When Dana rides him, he dances and prances while she’s getting on and then they’re off like the wind. He likes to run a lot! Since Dana has belonged to Dude since he was two days old, they really think alike in how they want to ride.
(Our former neighbor, the late Clyde Williams, wife of the late Tommy Williams, used to call me if Dana and Dude rode in their pasture -- “That girl and that fool horse are gonna get killed! They’re jumping the levy into the pond again.”)
But, back to Grem...she was riding Dude around the pasture bareback, with just a lead rope tied kinda around the base of his neck. She’d tug on the rope and he’d go wherever she tugged -- plodding placidly along like he was a mild-mannered, gentle horse.
Now, every time we turn around, Grem is back on the horse. We had to make her promise that she wouldn’t sneak off to ride; that she’d tell us (she’d been going out into the dark to ride -- and she’s always been terrified of the dark before -- go figure!).
This week, we don’t have to worry about her sneaking out to ride the horse -- not only is she in Bartlett, visiting their friend, she slid off Dude Sunday morning and sprained her wrist.
She can’t throw the rope around his neck, lead him to the water trough, climb up on that and then throw herself onto his back comfortably.
Thank goodness for small favors!
• All the girls, who are some sort of pack or gaggle, now have nicknames for themselves.
It’s always been Rem, Gremlin or Grem for Remy (unless her mom is using “that tone” and calling her Claudia Remy). Meredith has been Binky forever or Mere since school started. Emily (which is hard to say with Remy, you come up with Remily) is Em; Megan is Meg but until now, they’ve not been able to find a short version of Grace.
That’s been solved -- Grr works perfectly for her!
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