The twilight sets the stage for my yearning soul

You know what time of the evening I appreciate the most? Dusk. For one, dusk is a great word. Not even close to Guam, which is my all time favorite because of how it feels when it comes out of the mouth, but Guam seriously only wins by a nose. I like the part of dusk right before the lights start coming on by themselves. It's a creepy I can see but not quite light and everything looks like it can finally rest. If I happen to be staring out into the dusk (which I frequently am) and the lights suddenly start to come on, I feel like I have caught an incredibly special moment that the world holds sacred because it starts hiding everything in darkness. And once you start turning lights on, that moment is lost forever because you never get today back. Incredibly beautiful sunsets make dusk another magical moment for me. One thing I do miss terribly is the AZ skies. The sunsets are surreal and I can be caught staring wide eyed and open mouthed if there is so much as a whisper of a cloud in the sky. Clouds are what make a mediocre sunset a brilliant sunset after all...

Something else that has been hammering my brain all day is the pegasus:



What is the plural of pegasus? Pegasi? Pegasuses? Why are they always white? Is it to prove they are on the "good guy" side? Did we ever question that? I won't even get into the ones that have unicorn horns. Interbreeding mythological creatures? OH! I CAN'T TAKE IT! It's like the Liger but so much worse.

Horror!


On and on my little muddled mind goes with all this garbage about the pegasus. Take the wing span for example. Matching it to a birds is fine until you take into account that birds have hollow bones. Horses don't have hollow bones. Isn't the pegasus a "winged horse"? The average weight of a horse is anywhere between 900 and 1100 lbs. Their weight depends on how much you feed them and also what type of breed they are. I'm under the impression that the pegasus is larger than a Thoroughbred because in most pictures, the people riding on their backs are usually normal sized people and the pegasus looks like a long legged heavy set war horse of types. If anyone has seen the memo that specifically states only very small people with hollow bones are allowed to ride a pegasus please let me know because it will answer a lot of my questions.

Side Note: I am only using the Thoroughbred as an example because those are most frequently used as racing horses therefor more people will immediately know the size I am referring to. Please keep in mind that jockeys are tiny little people making the horse appear much larger than it actually is.

On and on... If the pegasus does not have hollow bones and it can carry the average human (Males: 190.9 lbs & Women: 164 lbs.) through the air without so much as a by your leave then wouldn't the wing span have to be far larger than it normally shows?

I know this is all inconsequential and will never help you out of a speeding ticket or anything like that but it is based upon a book I came across as a small child that haunts me to this day (clearly). I can't remember if it actually happened or if I dreamt it so this could be mission impossible (I am familiar with mission impossible so I gladly accept this mission). I remember being in the library (I frequented the library until I was about 18 and then things get a little hazy) and coming across an old black and white picture book. Story (or pictures, whatever) goes that there is this young boy who is having hard times (can't remember his afflictions but they were young boy afflictions, not sure if that helps) and he goes into a field where he comes across what he believes to be a black horse. I don't know if the "horse" took pity on him or what but then WAHLAH THAT'S NO HORSE and they fly all over the place (even into space) and the once sad little dude has the time of his life when he needs it the most. I look for this book incessantly. I never find it. It's frustrating to say the least. I really hope it wasn't all a dream...

Today was rather successful. There is a large (an acre I'd guess) undeveloped piece of land across the street that is kind of fenced in so the dogs and I went over to do a little off leash fun. I threw the rubber chicken for Tab and kept my eye on Jim (who seems to be intent on dancing in the street) and just generally had a blast. Then I found a PetCo and bathed these filthy beasts and found some massive crunchy broth basted bones in the sale bin. Now they are fresh smelling and virtually shed free and happily gnawing their greasy meaty bones. Heaven.

Tomorrow I might try and find a car wash. Goals and aspirations.