OmegaMom

Once again, the colors are way off. This is how the horsies stand (or gallop) right now, from left to right, with color swatches beneath:

(Note the “paint”, as requested.) On this one, the colors seem correct.

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Johnny asks if there is talk about Real Live Horses.

Well, yes. This obsession of the dotter’s has been extant now for two years, so it doesn’t look like it’s going to vanish in the wind. Willies (killer whales) come and go, puppies come and go, but horses are a constant.

OmegaDad has told OmegaDotter that she can have a horse when she’s 12 or thereabouts.

In the meantime, he came up with this idea.

Goats.

The idea is to buy a couple of goats and start breeding them and selling them, plowing the money into a savings account for…of course…a horse.

Goats.

Now, admittedly, goats can provide milk. And goat cheese, without which many of my favorite salads would be lost. And, of course, gotta have goat cheese (aka feta) for that culinary delight called spanikopita. Yum.

But. Goats??

I’d rather have sheep. Or an alpaca or two. (Of course, alpacas are horrendously pricey, but they’re so damned cute. And they would quell Mr. OmegaMom’s long-standing desire for a llama. And we could sell the shearings. From either sheep or alpacas.)

But, goats??

Picture OmegaMom with a very skeptical look on her face.

OmegaMom would like to have chickens.

All of this is contingent upon the question of Land. Hereabouts, land is expensive. Elsewhere (like, say, that blip on the map called Bemidji), land is much less expensive.

We shall see. I still cherish hope that OmegaDotter’s obsession will fade with time, and she will become obsessed with something cheap, like ice skating, or dancing, or patchwork quilting.

Mr. OmegaMom is on a sauce-making rampage this weekend. He hauled out his Martin Yan “Chinese Cooking for Dummies” cookbook, made a list, checked it twice, then spent all day today with OmegaDotter, cooking dipping sauce, mustard sauce, teriyaki sauce, chili oil, master sauce, and black bean sauce.

So we now have a lifetime’s supply of sauces.

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OmegaMom spent the morning doing (what else?) horsies. First, there was the small floppy magnet-footed stuffed horsie that OmegaDotter kept requesting new accoutrements for. There’s the orange pipecleaner bridle and reins. The bright blue stirrups. The purple saddle. The white and pink legwarmers.

Legwarmers??

Hey, don’t ask me. I am not the horsie person here. Anyway, the picture is of a horse, though it bears a striking resemblance to a squirrel.

In addition, we brought out the acrylic paints and spent many hours painting stenciled horsies in a rainbow of colors. Pictures forthcoming later.

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The Omegas went to the 100-day party for the son of our new neighbors. S. is in one of OmegaDad’s sustainable living courses.

The advantage of living in Hippy Dippy Forest Enclave is that the people who live here tend to be interesting. S. and J. and all their friends sport various tattoos and piercings, and are into vegetarian cuisine. OmegaMom stuffed herself on dolmas with curried rice and raisins, tabouleh, non-wheat spaghetti with the most awesome spaghetti sauce, and vegetarian chocolate cupcakes to die for, and now has a goal of gathering the recipes for each yummy goodie.

The 100-day ceremony was non-standard as well. We managed to get a book, a pen, a toy piano on the cloth, but then folks just started contributing items. When T. reached for and grabbed the maraca, after much discussion, it was decided that T.’s future includes musicianship, specifically, either a career in a mariachi band or as a rock drummer.