I had grand plans for this weekend. We were going to go to a pumpkin patch, do a corn maze, pick out a few pumpkins, come home and carve them while we drank cider by the fire. None of those things happened. Not even a fire… though it was cold enough for one!
Instead we woke up early on Saturday morning and took our coffee outside before I headed to the barn. It was a gorgeous morning and we did a “fun” lesson because it was the first one back after the Special Olympics… we went for a walk around the property… and a horse kinda stepped on my foot. Luckily, he just barely got me so only my little pinky toe is black and blue. It may or may not be broken, but since you can’t do much for toes, it’ll just be as it is. John then joined me at the barn for another lesson he’s been helping out with. When that was over we decided to go get some breakfast.
The rest of our Saturday was not spent traipsing around pumpking patches or corn mazes, but in our little home, eating comfort food, drinking wine, watching football and scary movies, and John convincing me to take shots (spoiler alert: I couldn’t even stomach a whole shot) of the nastiest Icelandic schnapps pictured above. He brought them both back from his trip. The one on the right is made from some kind of moss… it tastes and smells like oven cleaner. The one on the left, as I told my friend Cecilia, “tastes like unhappiness and death with a pinch of regret.” Icelanders are good at hockey (as shown in Mighty Ducks 2… meanies!) but they are not good at creating drinkable liquors. John is currently writing a post about his trip to Iceland, and I’ll tell you now… they are also not good at food… he ate rotten shark, which is like a thing there… dis.gust.ing.
Today it is finally cold enough to wear tights, so I am wearing tights. It rules. Fall is officially here and it is WAY colder than it was last year so we have high hopes for this winter feeling wintry and not super-mild-autumn like last year. John is hoping for snow. I think he’ll get his wish!
This post is broken and jarring and it reminds me of how I used to write posts… just spill out thoughts and see what happens. Sorry I’m not a good blogger.