Never did I think I’d see a gorgeous sunrise in my lifetime. Then the opportunity presented itself at a horse show, and a friend was able to capture this moment for me.
Just looking at this picture brings back so many memories of that day last fall – some things I remember better than others, such as the sights, sounds and smells, rather than other details. It was early in the morning, 5 a.m., and it was still dark outside. Horses were nickering and whinnying in the two barns, some were kicking their doors demanding their morning grain, and grooms and volunteers were filling water buckets and running between the two barns to prepare horses for the warm-ups which were to begin at 7:30. The smells were various, but distinct: the pungent odour of manure, the sweet scent of hay, the tangy smell of diesel from the tractor moving round bales of hay, the damp scent weighing down the air, promising another round of rain, and the slop and sucking of horses, grooms, and horse handlers trudging through the thick mud to keep the horses warm, walking them around.
The horse that was my responsibility to look after that day, Shadrach, was given his breakfast after being shipped in to the farm that morning, and while he ate, I groomed and tacked him up. Once he was ready, I was to walk him outside until a warm-up rider came to take him over the first course of jumps. And that was when the sun began to rise over the tree line, and it was one of the most beautiful, breathtaking sights I’ve ever seen. It was the perfect moment: seeing the sun rise at a place that feels like a second home to me – the horse farm. I was fortunate the photographer that day was able to capture this moment for me, because seeing the picture now brings back so many emotions and memories…it’s a moment that I’ll never forget.
SUBMISSION FOR MEMOIR CLASS:
What’s in front of me? “Old Friend From Far Away,” Brock’s Student Handbook opened to this week’s readings and assignments, two other textbooks, “Maus I,” readings for my Lit class, a grey pencil case, a blue highlighter, a red pen, a multivitamin I still haven’t taken yet, a holder overflowing with pens and pencils, a green paperweight, a bowl of salad, a bowl of tomato soup I haven’t finished eating yet, a mug of tea and meds to help with the flu I’ve gotten in the past two days, my unplugged printer, my iPod docking station which is currently playing Pitbull’s “Blanco,” a glass of water with ¼ water left in it, a Arabian horse calendar hanging on the wall, four shelves of DVDs, a painting of Jesus on a card, headphones for my iPod, three horse show ribbons hanging on the wall with my lucky horseshoe hanging next to them, a menu for Sushi Ai, a holder with a ton of CDs in them, my tartan purse on the floor next to me, my runners untied and damp from walking in the rain earlier, a box of Kleenex with light bulbs printed on the box, my cell phone, my alarm clock, my bed behind me (unmade, as usual), open curtains, a garbage can overflowing with used Kleenexes, a power bar on the floor at my feet, with plugs for my clock, laptop charger, desk lamp, iPod docking station, printer, and cell phone charger.
SUBMISSION FOR MEMOIR CLASS:
A great book that I’ve read is the Douglas Adams series “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.” This book was recommended to me by an actor in his blog (yes, sad that I actually followed through on a recommendation from an actor, but damn if he wasn’t right in saying it’s a great series of books to read.) So, I went out and bought the series (with the exception of the last book) in one volume. Right from the beginning, this series was absolutely hilarious. The character Zaphod Beeblebrox turned out to be my favourite because he’s just so eccentric and off-the-wall. Of course, the other characters are quite amusing and have their own unique traits, but Zaphod…he’s just something else. I also enjoyed the character of Marvin the “Paranoid Android.” He had his own melancholy brand of humor that I felt I could relate to at times, and most people I talk to who’ve read the books agree that Marvin’s character is one of the best ones.
When the movie came out based on the books, I thought it was fairly well done. As is the usual with adaptations, there were things that were cut out, and new things that were added in. I can’t remember if the film was well-received or not, but I thought it was fun. Again, Zaphod was a riot, accurately portrayed by Sam Rockwell. I also enjoyed the way Marvin was portrayed. Although he was acted by two different people – the physical version of the man in the costume, and the actor who did his voice – he was still an epic part of the movie. So, I left the theatre (and my living room) enjoying the series, and these two characters even more.
After watching the movie, I went back and read the books again, and like everyone says, the book is better than the movie. While the movie is quite fun and enjoyable, I did like the books much better. They have more “meat” to them and are more descriptive than the film could be. And while it may sound unnatural, since the recommendation to me came from an actor, I recommend this series of books to anyone who wants a good laugh. And that good laugh will be continuous, because there’s never a dull moment in this series.
SUBMISSION FOR MEMOIR CLASS:
I remember one of the first stories I wrote as a kid. It was my own story based off characters I’d read in a book – I guess what would today be called a “fanfic.” This wasn’t just a story, either; I also included my own artwork. I remember putting so much work into my stories – both the written and the visual parts of it. I didn’t spend a lot of time with other kids during recess at school; instead, I’d sit and write or draw. Some kids mocked me for being so anti-social, but I didn’t care. Writing and drawing was what I wanted to do, and that’s what I did. I even collaborated with one of my friends on a story together, because we both loved horses, and I was working on a horse story. Sometimes I’d write, and she’d do the pictures, and sometimes, we’d switch – I’d do the pictures, and she’d write.
My mother always commented on my writing since I was a kid. Even though half of my stories didn’t make sense, she still enjoyed reading my stories and looking at the pictures I’d drawn, even if they were of stick people (I’m just incapable of drawing people). Thankfully, with the stories I write today, I don’t have accompanying pictures – what a mess that would be, a mass of stick people.
I still continue with my writing and my artwork today (I have several of my art pieces on Facebook); although I tend to spend more time writing now than I do drawing.
The unfortunate events of shy girl.