July 19 [Haybales]
July 19
Right after I got up I went outside 'cause it was already a pretty day, and it was good to get fresh air first thing in the morning. I love my balcony so much; it's almost like living in the clouds.
I had oatmeal for breakfast and then I decided I'd have a morning flight, and in the afternoon I could go to the farmer's market and get some more fruits and vegetables and maybe the woman who said she was going to bring me a bale of hay would have it.
I hope she wasn't thinking of one of the big, round bales. That would last the summer, but I don't know how I'd get it up to my apartment.
I thought I'd try something a little bit different today, so I took a low flight through town, following the city roads all the way out to the 94 Highway, then I went east. That was a wedge of territory I hadn't really explored yet, 'cause of the airport, and it looked like I'd be far enough south of the Battle Creek airport to be out of their way.
The 94 Highway ran along the south side of Morrow Lake—we'd flown over it right before we landed in the balloon—and it was mostly big square fields. I saw a field of pasture grass that had been harvested into big round bales like the ones I'd seen being made and there wasn't any leftovers on it. I guess humans didn't do that, which was a pity.
Then there was a big patch of woods, and after that I saw a couple of big dirt mines. One of them even had a lake in it, which was a really pretty blue and looked kinda inviting, so I thought that maybe on the way back I'd go down and rinse off in it just a little bit.
Once I got past the forest, I flew over fields for a couple more miles, and then I started to see more and more city-houses, and then a big cluster of stores right by the exit off the highway. There were lots of big signs saying what kind of stores they had. I didn't know what most of them were, but I did see a Tim Horton's and that reminded me of going snowboarding with Peggy.
I flew out past where another highway called 194 crossed. That was kind of a dumb name; it was a lot like 94 and I think it would have been smarter to use a number that was more obviously different.
I took a big loop around to the south, crossing over the lake that was ahead of me, 'cause the 94 Highway had angled northeast, and that would cut a little bit off my return trip, plus I'd get a little bit different view of things.
I met up with the highway again right after I passed over the shopping malls. There was only a gentle breeze, so it wasn't any more effort to fly back than it had been to fly out. Someponies liked to fly downwind first and they were sorry when they went to fly back.
It was kind of weird how the main part of the city was all north of the 94 Highway, and Kalamazoo was mostly like that, too. It seemed that it would be more efficient to put the highway right through the middle, like they had with the railroad tracks.
I set my eyes on the dirt mine with the lake, and started sort of gliding down towards it. I had to remember my radios; they could get a little wet from rain and stuff but I didn't think they were supposed to be dunked underwater. I was pretty sweaty, and kind of looking forward to getting in the water.
When I got right down to it, though, it didn't smell quite right. I couldn't quite figure out why, 'cause it looked inviting enough. So I landed on the shore and stuck my nose right down to the water and sniffed at it, and there wasn't really any smell that was a danger-smell, but it didn't smell like proper lake-water, either.
I was disappointed by that, 'cause it really did look nice, like the water in postcards from tropical islands, but I thought it would be smarter to not try and swim in it, so I took a couple of sips from my camelback and then took off again.
I flew past a big store for big trucks—there was a parking lot full of them and there were more of them backed up to the door, and most of them said Target on the side which was a type of store. I'd seen a people-Target at the Maple Hill Mall.
Once I got by Morrow Lake, I left the 94 Highway behind and flew along it, then past the dam and I followed the railroad tracks back into Kalamazoo. I went over a slow-moving train that was making the turn north by the train-and-bus station, and flew over Meghan's house just 'cause I could, then went back over to my side of Main Street and landed on my balcony, scattering a few birds who probably thought I was coming to chase them away from the feeder.
That was the one drawback to having it so close to the balcony.
Well, I remembered just when I was taking off my camelback that I'd bought the one for Aquamarine and I'd never remembered to mail it. I was glad that she wasn't expecting it, but I still felt bad.
So after I had lunch and a shower, I thought I might as well turn on my computer because I could find where the post office was on it.
I was in luck; there was one right downtown that wasn't too far from the farmer's market.
I put her camelback in my saddlebags and then I flew out to the post office. It took me a few minutes to find, 'cause a lot of the buildings downtown look kinda the same from the air.
The woman at the counter was really friendly, and she weighed my package to find out how heavy it was and then told me all the different ways I could have it delivered and there were a lot of different options, so she said that basically the difference was how fast I wanted it delivered, and she said that to East Lansing even at the normal rate it wouldn't take more than a couple of days. So I got that, but I was kind of thinking that I could carry it to East Lansing in a couple of days myself and there were lots of things that were faster than me, like cars and trains and airplanes, and they could probably get it to her this afternoon.
I had to type in my secret number to pay, which meant that I had to hold the plastic pen in my mouth and I didn't like doing that because it made some people angry. But she kept her smile, which was good.
Next time I went to the farmer's market, I was going to get there early. A lot of the food was already gone, and some of what was left wasn't the best. I should have expected that, I guess. There were ponies in Chonamare that would wait right by the docks when the fishing boats came in so that they could get the freshest fish. Some of the fisherponies didn't like them—there was one who came down from Manehattan with a special enchanted wagon and always wore a suit—and they'd always sell him the fish they'd caught on the way out, and he was too dumb to know the difference.
But I did get some carrots and some celery, too, since Meghan had said that Kalamazoo used to be known for its celery. And the woman who had said she would sell me a whole bale of hay was there and she said she'd brought me some samples to try. She said that her husband grew hay and she had her little garden and she'd never thought she'd run into a pony at the farmer's market who was interested. She had some timothy and alfalfa, which were both good, and she also had some clover hay which I just loved and I said that was what I wanted, and I asked her how big they were and she pointed to the bales of straw that were around a booth and said that they were that size. (I don't know why the woman at that booth had straw bales; they were old and moldy and nopony would ever want to eat them.)
So I asked her how much, and she said that she'd have to charge me a little bit extra since she was going to deliver it to my house, and she told me that she'd have to charge twenty dollars a bale.
Well, that was four times as much as I was getting over the internet, and less than half the cost. So I told her that I wanted one clover and one alfalfa, and she said that she would deliver it tomorrow and just like that I had another use for my extra room. 'Cause those haybales weren't going to fit in the kitchen anywhere.
I did a little bit more shopping and got two boxes of raspberries, one black and one red. And I went over and got a loaf of sourdough bread, 'cause that sounded interesting, and when I was leaving her booth I ran into a kind of crazy woman named Suzi.
She made sure to tell me her name was spelled with an i.
Suzi was nice, just a little bit intense. She said that she was in charge of the market, and she thought it was really excellent that I was shopping at it, and asked me how I liked it and how it compared to markets back home.
Well, I didn't want to be mean, but I didn't want to lie, either, so I told her that it was nice but the markets at home had a little bit more variety than this one. Besides the fishmongers, there were also ponies who sold beer and wine that they'd made, and even the miller came to market once a week with flour, and then along the edges sometimes you'd have enterprising foals that wanted to sell something and set up a little stand on an old crate.
She said it was hard to get permission to sell alcohol or meat without having special licenses, which was why they didn't. She said that there were fishmarkets around but I'd have to go closer to the coast to find them.
I told her that I was happy that I was able to buy hay here, though. Even with all the things that Meijer had, there wasn't any hay anywhere in the store. And I said that I did like talking with the people who grew the food, and she said that was the best part of the market.
Then she said that she hoped I'd keep coming to the market and she crouched down and petted my mane and told me to have a blessed afternoon and I said that I would try.
I flew back to my house and unpacked my saddlebags, and put everything in the electric icebox to keep it fresh, then I sat down in my papasan and started reading Ecclesiastes.
It was very strange, especially coming right after a whole book about wisdom. I couldn't help but think of Nietzsche when I read it, because the author—who said he was the wisest man—thought that everything was meaningless, and that it was better to be stillborn than to live, and that all the pleasures and labor of life meant nothing.
I didn't think that was right, though. But it did kind of make me think, and I think he was wrong. I think that there is pleasure and satisfaction in doing your duty even if later on ponies won't remember you because you didn't do the kind of great things that troubadours sing ballads about. Commander Hurricane might be remembered but where would he have been without all the soldiers in his army, and all the other ponies who grew the food that his army ate, or made spears, or tended to the wounded so that they could fight again?
He was smart about some things—having wealth wouldn't make you happy. Everywhere I've been on Earth people have so many things, things that we have never had, but they don't seem to be happier than ponies are. Happiness was having good friends and a warm dinner on a stormy night.
I couldn't figure out why he had written a book in the Bible. He kind of said that everything you do is meaningless and God doesn't care.
Well, I thought I was going to enjoy myself even if he thought it was meaningless, so I flew outside and sat up in the tree, far enough away from the birdfeeder that I didn't bother the birds, and I listened to the soft wind rustling the leaves and the birds chirping at each other and I bet they didn't think their lives were meaningless.
I stayed there until my ribs got a little bit sore, then waited a little bit longer until there weren't any birds at the feeder, and dropped off my branch and flew back to my balcony and went inside to see if Aric had written me a computer letter back.
He had, and he said that he was looking forward to seeing me and he wouldn't be able to pick me up from the train station, 'cause he would be in the light booth (I should have thought of that). So he gave me directions to his house, and said that I could probably get a taxi or fly and he said that he would leave a key for me under his front mat in case nobody was home, and he wouldn't be mad if I was asleep by the time he got back, 'cause he probably wouldn't be back until midnight.
And he asked how the birdfeeder was and if I'd been keeping it filled, and whether or not I'd been taking cooking lessons from Angela, and then at the end he said that he missed me and was really looking forward to seeing me.
He didn't say anything about me and Meghan, and I wasn't sure if that was good or bad.
I had a couple of carrots as a snack—I figured that Meghan was probably going to come over later, and maybe she'd want to cook something—and then I carefully took all the rest of the casserole out of her baking dish and put it on a plate, and then I put the dish into the sink and filled it with hot, soapy water to soften some of the crust on it so that she could take it back today if she wanted to, and I also put the cake pieces on another plate so I could clean the cake dish.
She got to my apartment later than I'd expected, and she said that she was sorry but she'd had a meeting after work and hadn't gotten home until just now.
She was happy with having leftovers for dinner; she said that we ought to eat them before they went bad anyway. And so she warmed up the whole plate in the oven, 'cause I didn't have a microwave, and we'd just started eating when I heard a rumbly truck pull up into the driveway.
I looked down out the kitchen window and it was one I hadn't ever seen before, but I knew who it was 'cause I saw two bales of hay in the back, so I set down my plate and opened up the front door, and Meghan helped carry the bales upstairs and set them in my extra room.
When the lady had left, Meghan said that she bet the landlord wasn't expecting for his new tenant to use the bedroom as a hayloft.
I said I was thinking about sleeping on the haybales tonight 'cause they smelled so nice, and Meghan just started laughing.
She was still snickering when I pushed the bales into a line, and I was wishing I'd gotten four, 'cause then they would have made a big enough bed for both of us, at least until I started eating them.
Meghan said that we might as well try it at least, but she wanted to put the sheet over them so that she didn't get chaff all over her.
And so we made the haybales into a temporary bed, and she moved the curtains from the kitchen to the bedroom—they had a little springy rod that held them up, which was really clever—and then she got undressed and lay down on the hay and said that this was the weirdest thing she'd ever done.
Well, it worked okay for sex but it wasn't so good for both of us sleeping, 'cause the bales just weren't wide enough. At first I tried lying down between her legs but she couldn't pull up the blanket without me being too hot and stuffy, and then I lay on her stomach for a little while but she said that wasn't comfortable, either.
I moved up to the top and she put her head on my back and that felt pretty good for a while, but I never really fell asleep 'cause she was kind of pressing on my wing and my forelegs kept slipping off the bale, and she said that my shoulder was kind of bony, so we eventually had to pick up the sheet and she shook off all the loose chaff and then put it back on the futon and that was a lot more comfortable for both of us.
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In about a month, Meijer will have hay, as part of the autumn/Halloween decorations. I don't know if it is actually edible hay, though.
Quite.
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And Shoft Lavatory Paper.
At least they wernt delivering a round bale by truck. Those things get away from you and they can crush small cars.
Thats the problem with enthusiastic people. theyre great for getting things rolling, but once they start roaming personally, people dont come back.
Heh, Silver Glow could live in one of those for the whole summer. Save some bits on rent.
following whom?
If not for having a stipend and probably not being authorized to work on Earth anyway, Silver Glow could make quite a bit as an airmail courier.
Hah! Silver's got the same idea.
hay bales I can not even begin to think about the number of bales I have throwed around in my life growing up on a farm and than rising horses of my own and now back on the farm yep haying season just sucks.
cut hay, bale hay, feed hay, clean crap spread crap on hay field, repeat agene.
Good thing the SG adhered to the precautionary principle with that lake...
This paragraph makes me happy. Don't know why, but it does.
And the older I get the more I see how true that cliché 'money alone doesn't make you happy' really is.
You need to update your danger-smell list...
It's probably not as bad as some other industrial waste, but still.
Both?
It's bad because it mean he isn't okay.
But it's also good, because he is keeping his promise of trying to accept the fact that Silver's culture is different and he is not interfering with her relationship.
It's bad because it makes Silver kinda nervous.
It's good because it mean that whatever he think about it, it would be said face to face rather then by letter.
I hope she'll wash the hay before she eats it. Didn't her mother teach her not to play with her food?
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Why would coasties complain? It gives them a chance to flaunt their hideous Ugg boots.
7580035 Yeah, toting bales with a tractor is the way to go. I've never dealt with the big square ones, but they're probably way easier to stack than the big round ones.
Good thing Silver Glow didn't swim in the lake. Heavy metals are nasty. >_<
How crazy are we talking about here...
oh.
Eh, Solomon's got nothing on Dr. Gene Ray, Cubic and Wisest Human.
Literal roll in the hay.
Hey Silver, its not hay, just grass, but its free. Totally need a pony to come take it. I don't want to rake it up.
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Ya know, her having sex with Meghan isn't as exciting as I thought it'd be.
I keep getting lost on how they pleasure each other with differently positioned body parts. It's not as much fun to take turns...
I might be over thinking it, though.
I looked it up. According to Wikipedia (that invaluable compendium of meaningless trivia and drivel) the square bales are 14 inches by 18 inches and 36 to 48 inches long. They weigh 30 to 100 lbs (I guess depending on what it is and how tight it's packed). The big round ones are supposed to be 1 ton.
The Tower of Babel isn't described in the Bible. According to various scholars, it was at least as tall as the Eiffel Tower and may have been 1.6 miles high (based on the compression strength of bricks). Some say taller, but it would have collapsed of it's own weight.
Some writer (Damon Runyon?) said that the book of Ecclesiastes was written by someone with a hangover
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She's never really been explicit about how she goes around things, probably only talks about it in detail when she's gossiping with the other mares, cause humans get weirded out.
7580205 Allow me to wax poetic, as a former (thankfully) farm kid. The density of a square bale varies with the content (alfalfa is *heavy* while prairie hay is the norm) and the 'strings' used to tie it together. Good quality sisal (hemp/agave) string on our baler could go up to about 80 pounds if handled carefully, but the stranded plastic could hit a hundred, easy. You don't want to know how much a freaking square alfalfa bale done with baling wire can weigh. The baler packs them so tight you can't pick them up by the strings at all, and you have to use a hay hook in each hand, and swing *hard* to get a good grip.
Hemp-stringed bales can just be thrown out for the cows (which is why we used it) while plastic really needs cut and picked up or it will pack into tractor wheels and lurk in the mud for decades, and baling-wire tied bales *have* to be de-wired when you feed them. Little bits of wire kill cows (and horses too), although baling wire really is the farmer's version of duct tape. Cows are a lot less fragile than horses. You really can't use a crimper when swathing alfalfa for horses, because you'll squish blister beetles in it, and kill the horse, but cows will chew right through that stuff and burp.
There's really nothing like haying season when it's over a hundred degrees and you're under a tin-roofed hay barn, taking bales off the conveyor just as fast as they come up and stacking them in a locking pattern so they won't fall down. It would kill a city kid, and country kids will go through a gallon of ice water an hour, but the scent of cut hay, allowed to bake under the sun and squished into bales, just fills the lungs and sticks with you for years afterwards. It's really a fun time to be a farmer (and you get forearm muscles like crazy.)
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Not all mine and quarry runoff ponds with bright colors are necessarily contaminated with heavy metals. We have one around here which is simply very acidic. Get the pH too off-balance and things don't grow or live in it. This one in particular looks like the world's deepest swimming pool. Not great to drink or swim in, but not heavy metals poisoning bad. Still, Silver Glow, don't go randomly ingesting or swimming in random bodies of water. It's a rough world out there.
Okay, caught up, hopefully for longer than last time.
Also, I have to love Silver's proposed bit of civic planning. Running highways through the center of town may sound efficient, but those of us who need to cross the street and can't fly would disagree.
You guys think he's still butthurt over the business with Tower of Babel?
Soon Silver's apartment will have that "barn" type of feeling to it if she keeps that hay in stock.
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I'm guessing there's a fair chance she won't be getting her deposit back if the land lord finds out.
Probably just as well Silver decided not to drink the water at the mine the run off might have done unpleasant things to her.
Not sure how I'd feel about having sex on something I intend to eat later.
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"Hey, tastes like something had earlier!"
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And then a few days later, when Silver eats it, she'll be all, "Hey, this tastes like Meghan for some reason..."
EDIT: Damn, ninja'd by 7580555...
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Theres always the OctyOctavia version?
OctySoft
Man, Ive been waiting for the chance to use one of these since I saw the tech back at university in the 80s.
7580276 this post makes me happy. I am fascinated.
Also, I'm worried about her and Aric.
7580534 Considering ponies used to eat grass and do everything on grass, it's probably a case of "I don't care"
Um...
Hallowed be the Emperor of Mankind, our Lord and Saviour of one million world...
7580532 Oh good point!
Trouble abrewin`with Aric?
Ecclesiastes, authored by Israel's King Solomon... Proof that having wisdom and wealth is no armor against depression and despair.
Of course, Solomon's life wasn't entirely filled with rainbows and butterflies... Near the end of his reign, most of his nation revolted to join Samaria. I don't know about you, but I hate it when that happens.
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It's somewhat edible, I guess. It's like the difference between iceberg lettuce and kale, though--the decorative straw is technically edible, but is dry and has practically no nutrition left.
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Definitely.
Kinda like this, I would imagine.
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Tunnel out a hole in the middle, and then she could have a snack whenever she wanted. Plus a haybale would be pretty good for keeping her warm. . . .
The roads through town.
Only for fairly short hops, though. And in most cases, a car would be faster anyway.
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I've only tossed hay into a barn once, and that was enough for me.
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Yeah, she would have been sorry if she'd drunk the water out of it, that's for sure.
Her mother never told her not to sleep on her food.
Yup. It's nice to have, but it doesn't bring happiness in and of itself.
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7580281 has the right answer--it's not toxic because of heavy metal contamination or pollution, it's toxic because of the pH. Much like the Blue Lagoon in Derbyshire, the minerals leaching into the water have basically turned it caustic.
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(But it looks pretty)
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It's not just playing with her food; it's sleeping on her food.
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Hideous Ugg boots hadn't even been invented when I was in college.
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The square ones are easier to stack, but you've pretty much got to do it by hand. I suppose you could do it with a machine, but it would take way, way longer, since there's a way you want to lace them so that the stack is stable.
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It's always better to take the time to think things through before saying something that you can't take back.
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That's still the good kind of crazy, mostly.
That's true. True because Solomon wasn't crazy. Or if he was, he wasn't that crazy.
Of course! Who wouldn't want a roll in the hay with Silver Glow?
I bet Cayenne hasn't done that with any of her partners.
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If you've got friends with goats, they could polish that off in a couple of days. Or borrow a neighbor's horse.
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For obvious reasons, I can't show a picture, but Silver Glow is familiar with the 69 position, among other options. And sometimes it is fun to take turns.
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I went one better, and looked up prices on the Internet Hay Exchange.
Yeah, the weight of a bale varies by what it is made of, and what the moisture content is. Most of it's packed pretty densely regardless; I'm not sure that makes much of a difference, since I presume it's standardized more or less by what you're baling.
I doubt that they could have built it to 1.6 miles high--you'd need a massive pyramid of bricks to do that (like the pyramids, for example) and the resources to accomplish that feat of construction would have left behind some obvious archaelogical evidence, I'd think. If my math is correct (and it's probably not) such a tower would weigh 500 billion tons.
But I do know that in that era, they often built cities on top of mesas (or whatever the local geologial equivalent is), and why wouldn't the top of a mesa/mountain/whatever be a good starting point for building a tower to heaven? Especially since the Bible often gives reference to temples built 'in high places.'
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Plus that's the kind of thing that most people wouldn't write in their journal anyway, unless they were writing an erotic letter. Mostly just the 'we did it,' not so much the exact details of how.
Maybe Silver Glow should write a letter to Playboy.
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Man, I love the smell of fresh-mowed hay, or a hayloft full of the stuff. And there is a bit of satisfaction in stocking a hayloft, although I will admit that I've only done it once, so maybe the satisfaction wears off on the second or third or fourth or nth time.
Closest I've ever come to brutal repetitive labor was when I was in charge of unloading and shelving tires at Firestone. About 200 tires/week, tossed upstairs. You're right about that building forearm muscles.
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In Michigan, anyway, farmland around the city was a lot cheaper to buy than real estate in town, so most places have the highway skirt the city, and there's a connecting highway for people who want to go into town. And most Michigan cities aren't big enough that that's an inconvenience, anyway.
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That's the best smell. Now I'm almost tempted to get a couple of bales of alfalfa for my house, as an air freshener.
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As long as she sweeps up afterwards. . . .
Besides, Mister Salvatore signed the lease papers. He probably secretly hopes the landlord tries to stiff him.
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More or less the same thing that would have happened if she'd had a nice cool glass of bleach.
Ponies have a different philosophy about that. We've seen Twilight sleep on her breakfast, so it's practically canon!
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Clearly, great minds think alike.
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Theres always the OctyOctavia version?
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That looks wicked awesome! I want one!
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--Says the man who's been rooting for Silver Glow and Meghan to do it for about 150 chapters. . . .
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Exactly!
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Or maybe he's understanding and willing to have a somewhat open relationship.
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Ecclesiastes, authored by Israel's King Solomon... Proof that having wisdom and wealth is no armor against depression and despair.
Very true.
I don't even have a nation to revolt and join Samaria.
The closest thing I can think of would be if all my followers deserted me to follow SS&E instead, and since he's got more than I do, he's the one who ought to worry about mass desertions
a little typo
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Correction made; thank you!
Man, you think that's bad, try taking 275 to 75.
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Depending on which 275 you're talking about . . . in Michigan, I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of that particular interchange. Right now it's probably even more fun than usual, since IIRC SB 75 is closed for much-needed construction.
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So before I start, funny story here. I saw this comment, thought about it, and was about to comment about "Well I do recall this one fic that did that" only to then realize "No, wait, that was later on in THIS story." Granted, like, several full novels worth of content from now.
On with the recap of best Earth-Based-Pony!
I am running out of things to say about her storm watching without just repeating how amazingly dedicated and super sincere about this she is, and how undeniably awesome she makes it. Sure it's not even really all THAT important, but to her? This is her everything, this is what she was made for, this is something she simply can NOT not do, and that level of dedication to it is what makes this so amazing to see every time. But glad to see the story does still vary it up, like with us getting a pegasus down event here, and her still getting right back up to make sure she is up there warning people of what's coming.
Wet pony snuggles..... that one I'd have to think about if it's better then no pony snuggles....
Silver, it's called a 'mental health day', when you aren't actually sick, but it's better for you to take a day off and just relax. Or in her case, not risk pony withdrawal. Also fun bit from all the talk about having to fake sick, a lot of corporations have finally gotten it through their heads that sick days aren't always used if you are sick, and that calling them 'sick days' just causes stress, and are just removing that term in favor of simply rolling vacation/sick/ personal/whatever days into one category of 'Paid Time Off'. Or are like my work, where they really don't care. Long as you call out to let them know, they really don't care the reason or need a 'good' one. Long as you don't call out too often.
"I said I would, and I wanted to,so I did" You cannot stop dedicated pony.
"Hey Aric? I just fucked a chick, it was hot." That had to be one interesting letter. Is nice she's telling him right out.She does get there are... issues and rules and social moors and all this baggage humans have with sex, and even though she really doens't understand it, she knows enough to know she should say something.
Knowing that age males, and Aric already knowing about them, I'm thinking he'd be a bit more upset she didn't give him all the sexy details, or even a recording of it.
Great pony Wisdom in how to avoid bad things. Reminds me of something one of our instructed in Nuke school told us was the greatest advice that he had ever received during his training. "Don't do stupid things."
And then we see the Pony has gained a point of Wisdom.... so the Bible she got is really a stat boosting book? Sweet! Those things are really expensive.
I bet the balloon captain would have loved for you to fly over and say hi.
Silver trying to deal with a whole massive haybale. And saying it would last her 'the summer'.... piggy piggy pony.
Well, humans don't know they can leave food around the edges to get birdy-pones to come down and help fertilizer the field.
Silver admiring the pretty blue like..... oh shit....
And more of Silver not seeing there is logic behind something, though granted it's the kind that it's very hard to see without being told it. Like the '194' and '94' they are similar because they are part of the same overall roadway, if you stick a third digit on a major road number it means it's a branch of it. With whether it's even or odd telling you if it goes through a major city, or around it. Also, highway right through the middle of town.... not a smart idea for SOOOO many reasons.
But YAY! Pony super sniffer saves he day from the DO NOT DRINK THIS! water!
Well, takes a few days to process it, get i sorted, and you are buying the lower class, versus the "Get it there RIGHT NOW!" option. Do love the helpful postal worker. Then again, given the post office, she's likely bored out of her mind waiting for people to show up, so having a pony come in is a great day.
Farmer's Markets would see a lot of pony attention, the hard part is getting them to know you are there. But just start letting word of muzzle spread.
The old, moldy strawbales are just there for decoration more or less. Something we have seen ponies do. Granted, they could alway just eat them afterwards.
Not sure what made Suzi so 'crazy'. Seems like your basic older hippy type.
Wow.. this Bible book..... so we found where Neitszche got his outlook? Much prefer Pony Wisdom of good friends and a warm meal being all you need to be happy.
Followed by wise pony sillyness of perching in a tree to think deep thoughts
See Aric's response just proves my point. He didn't say anything, because all he could think of saying was 'Send nudez!' and didn't want to seem like a creep.
Now YAY Happy pony time! She has Hay!
I have no idea why her remark about the bales being big enough for a bed, untill she started eating them made me laugh so damn much.... "Nom nom nom!" But, well... puts those jokes about "I dreamed I ate a giant marshmallow, and my pillow was gone!" into a whole new light.
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It can’t be the only one, but it’s certainly not something that’s commonplace in stories.
It’s like Rainbow Dash and her speed and stunt flying--being up in storms in Silver Glow’s whole purpose, so that she can keep the people on the ground safe. While to her luck it never happened in Kalamazoo, had there been a tornado in a storm, she could have been right up there with it telling people where it was going and maybe trying to calm it down if she could. In hindsight, she probably could have tried to weaken some of the clouds, too, but that would have been a lot more difficult without being able to get up above them.
Sometimes you’ve got to take the bad with the good. And I don’t think a wet pony would be all that bad.
That was one nice thing about when I worked at Meijer. It was unionized, and you got a certain number of days off per year, and it didn’t matter at all why you took them. I called in once when my girlfriend was visiting and I didn’t want to go in, and I was starting to make an excuse to my manager when he cut me off and said that I didn’t have to tell him why.
Very true. Pony does what she wants.
Hopefully she wasn’t overly graphic in the letter. Although, if she had been, it might have tempered his reaction even further.
Another use of the Go Pro that she never thought of. Probably for the best, honestly.
My dad’s advice to me before going off to college was “Don’t do anything you’ll regret.”
I know, right?
Honestly, whether you believe in God or not, there’s a fair bit of wisdom in the Bible, along with some good life advice (mostly of the ‘don’t be an asshole’ type).
He probably would have.
Further research into how much pasture grasses ponies should eat suggests that Silver should probably be eating a pound a day or thereabouts, maybe a little bit more with all her flying, so one bale is probably enough for a month and a half.
I know, right? Silly humans.
It is a very pretty lake, at least in the satellite photos. Not like the orange one up north that looks deadly at a glance. But this lake is likely almost as toxic.
Things like traffic routes are obviously not something that she’s familiar with, so yeah, she doesn’t really consider all the reasoning behind how things are numbered and laid out (and let’s be honest, a lot of people probably don’t know the finer points of highway numbering). Probably if she lived in a city on the east coast where some of the highways do go through the city (not that there’s anywhere else to put them), she’d have second thoughts about how smart that is. The 95/395/I’m not sure what else interchange in Baltimore is probably an engineering marvel, but at the same time, I can’t help but think there might have been a better way to do it.
At least she’s smart enough to know that if it smells off, she shouldn’t drink it.
Even the lower class shipping speeds are pretty fast compared to when I was younger. Heck, I usually get free shipping on Amazon when I can, and I’ve still had stuff arrive next day.
And yeah, having a pony show up wanting to mail something certainly spices up the day for the postal worker.
Agreed. Maybe it’s different for ponies from places like Canterlot and Manehattan, but for all the rural ponies, they’d buy nearly all of their food at farmer’s markets anyway, so they’d like that familiarity, along with the chance to talk to the person who actually grew the stuff.
Yeah, and it’s not even good hay. The stuff’s suitable for bedding and that’s about it. Also, eating moldy straw is really not a good idea.
That’s essentially it.
Neitszche’s even more of a downer than the Bible IMHO. But yeah, good friends + warm meal = happy pony. It’s simple and effective.
Birdpone gains wisdom from sitting in trees and letting bird instincts take over.
If he had asked, Silver Glow would happily send him nudes of herself and not find that weird at all. She’d probably be willing to do the same with pictures of Meghan, but Meghan’s much more likely to object to that idea.
Lots of yummy hay.
That’s the one problem with a haybale bed; eat too much of the bed and you can’t sleep on it any more.
This story is just hemorrhaging adorableness.
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