If you've been following my love affair with the pony across the street, (here&here) then you'll know why I am saddled with melancholy. I regret to report that the pony is... GONE. About 2 weeks ago, I noticed that he was nowhere to be seen. I was able to successfully convince myself that he was just behind the little shed or on the other side of the pen. This kind of self deception could only last for a few days. I drove around all over the desert with apples in my cup holders, hopeful, still, that he'd be waiting for me at the fence after work. No such luck.
"...a heavenly ranch..."
"...with apple mountains..."
"...and fences made of carrots."
Pony had just gotten a beautiful new haircut, too. He looked so dapper. I was going to photograph him for you to show you how well the little man cleaned up! But alas, I was too slow for the heavy hand of fate. On one such drive by on 32nd St. I broke down and shrieked, "HE'S FUCKING GONE!!!" as my eyes welled up. R tried to comfort me by saying that, "Perhaps he went to a heavenly ranch, with apple mountains, and fences made of carrots." This made me laugh and feel a trillion times better. Yes. I sure hope so. Wherever he is, I hope he's not alone.