The Perfect Evening
Candid photo on a business lunch with a view, ..err.. minus the 3, that is.
a 2x2 meter painting i'm working on at the moment
the mane =>
this must be the largest painting I've done just yet, I tried handing it on the wall to paint it but it fell off several times, so I had no option but to spread it on the floor and paint it gradually while standing on it >_<;
Gorgeous real mane ;p
The plan was that our team would 'entertain' potential partners, this entails a lavish lunch at the Emirates Palace followed by a tour usually around the island of Abu Dhabi and/or Saadyad island development maquettes, wow them by the glam of the culture-rich Louvre and Guggenheim's of the city, the futuristic architecture and more importantly, the amount of dedication and will to bring about change in the right direction. The evening is often sealed with dinner in another luxuriant place before we part ways & each goes home with a head the size of a rrrrrripe summer watermelon throbbing with pain.
Not fun.
You can imagine how ecstatic I was when I heard that dinner got canceled. I flew back home, jumped into my breeches & boots, picked up my gym bag & stormed out the house skipping toward my pony. He was so fresh & sooo in the mood for work. His desire for galloping was matched with mine. He had ample energy that he wanted to release, and I had lots of stress that I needed to discharge.
It was perfect.
After an hour and a half, I still couldn't bring myself to get off. I secretly wished I could glue myself to him & spend the night here.. on this saddle, in these surroundings, and in his company. He has a very distinct smell that even now as I sit here & type this entry -& randomly through out the day- I could smell.
Obsessed? Perhaps.
As Jehro's voice singing "Rock You Tender" echoed in that emptiness he lifted both ears giving his full attention to that strange object in the corner making the noise {a.k.a. music player} & went straight for it to sniff it & make louder noises of discontent. A few minutes near the music player and his curiosity was satisfied, he turned his back to it & headed towards colorful objects scattered around. The songs transitioned in order, occasionally stirring up his interest, but he continued jumping those fences. The last time we jumped the fence was 110cm high, last night we decided to take that up a nudge: 120cm.. & you know what? It was BRILLIANT! & I LOVE him for being my favorite companion. Truly the best gift of my life..
..ever!
After we were done, we walked back to the stables.. gave him a sponge bath, & made him a mix of water and our home-made dates-syrup to drink & hydrate. I then towel-dried him, brushed his mane & tail and walked him back to his paddock. It seemed like an ideal evening that couldn't get better, until I went home & decided to make salmon & steamed vegetables for dinner.. In the back of my head, I imagined me self in my own movie, with Frank Sinatra singing in the background, & my smelly chef jacket luring Chanel & Tantra to circle around my feet in hopes for a shred of a flying-anything come their way.
To me, that was a perfect evening. I should have more of those.
Saddle update: It's possible to have my saddle made in red *Yey!* -- the fabulous people at Gaston Mercier are sending me their leather swatches and I really, really can't wait =D
Labels: Cookery, Domestic Goddess, Pony Tales
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