palace of winds

Hope hurts, fuck it, and near as I can tell there’s no reliable way to kill it. I hate everything about it. I feel like such an idiot for caring. There are some days I don’t know how to relate without also wanting to die.

In less emo news, the weather is downright unseasonable. It’s been raining. It’s mid-December and it’s raining. Note the lack of ‘freezing’ before that whole rain business. It’s hard to believe Christmas is less than two weeks away. (Though it’s easy to believe I still haven’t mailed gifts. Ugh.) I’m going to be very sad if at the end of the month Bryce and I have to give Allison the tour amidst lots of dead grass instead of nice fluffy postcard snow. Minneapolis, you have two and a half weeks to turn on the snowglobe charm. Get cracking!

Saza was sweet as pie last night. I spent a long time lungeing, working on the whole walking concept, and before our ride we spent a while checking out the new carts at the end of the arena. There are a few minis out at the barn whose owners are working on driving — which I hope I get to see some time, because how adorable. Saza was pretty convinced the carts were The Big Scary, though, so she spent some time eyeing them and sniffing and being coaxed closer by inches. I don’t think she’ll ever be one for cross country, though by the time we were cooling down she’d decided they weren’t going to eat her and mostly ignored them.

Sunday afternoon and evening we did Cookiepalooza at my parents’, which included Dorie Greenspan’s recipe for Korova Cookies, which I think are stunning. Usually I like chewy cookies, but these are decidedly crumbly and utterly delicious — the essence of dark cocoa. And I am very glad I brought only one home. I wouldn’t be able to leave them alone if I knew they were in my cupboard.

And I just remembered I have tomorrow off from work. That is downright spectacular.