A big pile of ... something

I went out to feed Chance (my cat) this morning and noticed that my gate was in a different position than it usually is. The wind moves it on occasion, so I didn't think much of it. The tarp had also blown off of one of Charlie's D2 cats (a tractor) in the front yard, which only seemed to confirm my guess. On further inspection, it seems that the wind had blown a few new things onto the property as well. Half way to the barn I found a pile of horse...droppings. I also found a series of hoof-prints. Seeing as all the horses have moved to Washington, I was a bit confused. The pile of crap I could see flying onto the path if the wind was strong enough. Due to the size of the "leavings" it looked like it was a smallish horse, so with wind enough, that too might have flown in. Just because we haven't actually seen Pegasus lately, it doesn't necessarily follow that he does not still exist. So. The wind explains both the horse and the "deposit" he might have left. It does not explain the hoof prints though. I heard no horse coming clippity cloppity into my yard, or out of it again, nor did I hear a rider, nor find boot prints. I wear moccasins in my yard and around my place, so any boot prints would only be left by my visitor. This leaves me with a bit of a puzzle. If I heard no horse moving around, this logically means that he (or she) did not move about and could not possibly have left the hoof prints. The only conceivable way they could have gotten there is that the wind blew them there as well. I was not aware that wind could do such a thing, but now that I've seen the evidence, I know that it can. I love the proper application of scientific reasoning.

About time I got off my lazy butt

to go to work again. I haven't actually got the job, yet, but the possibility is there. I walked into a local jewelry supply/repair house to purchase a few small items and ask a question or two. I ended up in a rather informal, but informative, interview. By informal I mean that they didn't ask my name until I was walking out the door. By informative I mean that the gentleman in question told me quite a bit about his shop. Also, he asked me to call him on Saturday to find out if he wants to offer me the job. If I get the position, he wants me to learn wax carving, which can be a lucrative skill that might go far in creating those objects I see in my head. I am excited, but cautious. I don't want to build my hopes too much.