Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for June 03, 2018

Moving at the speed of Congress.

As Mark Twain said “Any time Congress fails to act, my wallet is safe.”

If the opposite of pro is con, the opposite of progress is Congress.

Twain also said: “There is no distinctly American criminal class – except Congress.”

All summer? The should have used just one pole for the track and circled it until she reached the end.

My summer course is a little different. I procrastinate until the end of summer before deciding what the course is going to be.

My horse wouldn’t mind that kind of course, but he doesn’t have much to nibble on after June. Summer in San Diego makes for dry grass and such. Our trail rides are much faster going home, if I let him, since he knows he will get fed when we get back. There’s also the chance of a bath, but he’s willing to take that chance.

“And they’re off!!!”

What’s Thup, Danae?

Just perfect. Knowing how short your Summer is … we’re just starting Winter down here …

How to set a record that’ll never be broken in ANY kind of race: Dismantle the course after you’ve run it once.

Does this tail make my butt look big?

Long ago and far away, a great aunt told of the time when her father bought an old circus horse which his children appropriated for their summer vacations. a small hitch in their adventures was when the horse determined the “show” was over and turned around and headed home. No youthful exhortations could persuade him otherwise. Retirement has its due rewards aka being put out to pasture is in the contract.

There are things in life, including life itself, that are worth doing for their own stake. They are open-ended games such as relationships where running up the score and running out the clock is not the objective of the game: continuing to play for as long as you can is the objective of the game.

I intend on playing life and relationships until the street lights come on and it’s time to go home.

That looks like my kind of fun.

Pony! Pony! Pony!

Pony rides at Grandma’s and Grandpa’s. The perfect summer!

And here I thought they were going to play a nice game of Calvinball

Danae reminds me so much of my own daughter. And my daughter had her own version of Lucy … a Pony of America named Storm Dancer (Stormy). Little Stormy had caught conjunctivitis (pink eye) while in the care of an earlier owner, and had gone moon-blind (locked irises with resulting retinal burnout). Stormy absolutely trusted my daughter not to take her anywhere she could not successfully manage, and my girl trusted Stormy never to hurt her. I would rise in the morning to find her bed empty, Stormy wandering in the pasture grazing, and the girl sound asleep draped on her back. In spite of the blindness, and dysfunctional pituitary and thyroid, Stormy lived to the ripe age of thirty-one, at which point we had to put her down when she simply stopped eating. On of the saddest things I ever had to do. But the girl had her from her own age 8 to age 32, and they were a beautiful thing to watch.