07-30-04 - 11:22 a.m.
last night, after work, i had a date with a man named mike who works for the water district, running the canals that supply water to the farmers in the area. apparently, when a farmer decides his alfalfa or award winning cantelopes need refreshment, he orders water and mike opens the appropriate valve to the appropriate canal and voila! water. it sounds pretty mundane, but fallon is often called the oasis of nevada; some of the languid, tree-lined, sunflowered canals remind me of france. i told mike this, as we walked his canals in the moonlight with his dogs. for descriptive purposes here, i can only say that he is a cross between nicholas, the last czar of russia, and a jockey i used to know. i like him, if only because he can talk about something other than himself, and doesn't expect a woman to compromise her goals and dreams and soul in order to be with him. he kissed me in the moonlight, this czar of the desert, without trying for more. what a concept; kissing for the sheer fun of kissing. if he calls or comes through my line again, i will definitely walk his lovely, moonlit canals and drink a beer with his gregarious dogs.
i put a down payment on a horse this week; a little arab paint mare named tiffany who likes to cuddle. yes, cuddle. she is 16 and ambles over when you call her name. horse shopping is similar to man shopping; the right one nudges your heart and doesn't step on your toes.
she's the one.