Worst Weekend Possible...

[gwenneh 7]

Thursday night: Arrive at hubby's bandmate's flat to drop off gear for Friday's gig, pick up letter from record company. Open letter, discover someone has named hubby as father of her baby and said baby is being taken away by social services. Hubby floored, rest of us laughing our asses off (I know as well as anyone else it's not possible). Car dies.

Friday: Car fixed. Resolve "paternity suit" (woman named six or seven people, real father already confirmed by DNA and has custody), up to London to attend thoroughly depressing gig in small, dark, hot club. Drink heavily. Text messages from friend reveal that her foal is dying, my camera is unable to take good pictures in the dark and I'm surrounded by pros with lovely digital SLR's. Car died.

Saturday: Car fixed. Attempt to purchase digital SLR, fail as checks from US have not yet cleared. Friend's foal looking better. Car died.

Today: Car fixed. Get text message from friend that foal has passed away.

No more weekend. I'm done.

[KarenCee 3]

(((((((gwen)))))) hope things are brighter for you today darl....

is the car still alive?

[Welshcookie 17]

Dayum!! Hope the week is better for you...

[Reba 2]

ouch!

I'd prescribe ice cream if I was the primary care physician

[Anyta Holland 1]

ouch!

I'd prescribe ice cream if I was the primary care physician

Cookie dough from Ben & Jerry's...

Hope you're feeling better!

[HuffyTheSlayer 22]

Sorry to hear you're having a bad weekend, Gwen. *hugs*

[*Robert* 2]

Sorry to hear you had such a bad WE... sometimes, like Forrest said... "S#it Happens".

Hope next week is better!

[Melo 1]

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Gwennie... just hang in there... and come and visit me on the Bazaar... loads of stuff happenning there... could do with a prog lover to get involved Lots of love and huggles

[babybunny 2]

double dayum.. Pretty please hang in there !!!!!

[gwenneh 7]

I spent the rest of the day working on my website and making a tribute to Cheryle's foal and then helping her clear out the tack room. This was the contents of the tribute (some of it in a Tolkien Elven language because his owners chose his name from a word meaning "free"):

Mára mesta, neth Minyon.

On May 18, 2005 a foal was born into the world. On the 25th of June 2006, a grey and chill summer day, he passed from it.

I didn't have the pleasure of knowing the foal called Mirimor Minyon until his last months. Had he lived, he would have been a horse to be reckoned with. Bred for dressage, he showed everyone early on just how much of an eventer he could be. He was so full of life and spirit.

On his birthday, he wasn't himself. He went downhill slowly at first, and then rapidly. At no time did his owners have a thought for themselves-all of their energies and time were devoted to his health. He received the best care from the first moment; unfortunately, it wasn't enough. This morning, his body was giving up the fight.

The injustice of it makes me angry through the tears. Why him? Why a young horse with all the world ahead of him, a baby adored? Why not some starving, abused horse? Why not some horse whose owners wouldn't put up the kind of fight I saw Cheryle and Asher put up? It's so unfair.

He leaves behind a world grieving, but a world that was better for knowing his sweet, fuzzy self.

na Mirimor Minion, calo anor na ven..

I ngîl cennin erthiel

Ne menel aduial,

Ha glingant be vîr

Síliel moe.

I ngîl cennin firiel

Ne menel aduial,

And-dúr naun i fuin a galad firn

Naegriel moe.

An i natha

An i naun ului

A chuil, ann-cuiannen

Am meleth, perónen.

I saw a star rise high in the

Evening sky,

It hung like a jewel,

Softly shining.

I saw a star fade in the

Evening sky,

The dark was too deep and so light died,

Softly pining.

For what might have been,

For what never was.

For a life, long lived

For a love half given.

Edited June 25, 2006 by Gwen666

[Melo 1]

That is beautiful Gwen!!!

[almaty 19]

damn..sorry sister gwen

[gwenneh 7]

Thanks, guys. I keep staring at my mobile phone, waiting for the updates on his condition, out of habit. It's been a rough day.

[jen&darcy 0]

***hugs***

[Girona40 0]

"The Evening Star" is indeed a beautiful poem and suitable for so many situations.

I hope your week is better than your weekend.