Heavenly Night

Arrogantly I said "training horses is not brain surgery".
Well today I realized it is.
It's a whole lot more subtle. And unlike surgery, where you can hide behind a mask and the techs more or less don't know you are fucking up until it dies (more often than not it doesn't die; it just gets better no matter what and goes home same as everyone else only to die much later), actually your ass is hanging out there for all the world to see the visual representation equinely of your inability or lack of eptitude as your horse crosses the finish line dead last.
MeVaMe filled the bill tonight. A heavenly spot outside and a great meal and we got to watch a total asshole embarrass himself trying to bring down a poor waitress; who by the way, was completely immune to his invective.
I walked up Rockford Road later to take a picture by lamplight of a crescent moon high in the sky over Rockford. And a guy on a bicycle came by with his kid riding behind him in a tandem seat. Only when I looked closer I realized it wasn't a kid; it was a Cocker Spaniel sitting in a deep wire basket behind him enjoying the warm summer night breeze. Thank you God for such a night.