The Slow Life

I have found myself relaxing a lot this week.  I haven’t made any new recipes (just a favorite–Roast Salmon with Lentils).

It looks kind of like this, but this is Martha's version (photo from marthastewart.com)

It looks kind of like this, but this is Martha’s version (photo from marthastewart.com)

I’ve been reading snippets of books I got part-way through ages ago (Seabiscuit and Brat Farrar).  Did you know that to calm Seabiscuit down, they got him an older, wiser horse stall-mate?  And a monkey.  And a dog.  Supposedly (according to Hillenbrand’s excellent book), you could often find the monkey sleeping on Seabiscuit’s stomach and the dog sleeping on Seabiscuit’s neck.  Or maybe the monkey was on the neck.  Either way, I like that Seabiscuit just needed some calming friends to become a great race horse.  Okay, and some training and practice and food and lots of smart people around him.  But also some friends.

I’ve also watched the entire first season of Call the Midwife.  I like it a lot.

photo from Amazon.com

photo from Amazon.com

And I’ve been working.  It has been slow, and I’ve been enjoying it a lot.  I’m sorry I haven’t written much.

Seabiscuit: Excellent Sleeper

For some reason, I get extraordinary joy when I learn about creatures that like sleep as much as I do.  I really really like sleep.  So imagine my extreme happiness when I read this excerpt from Seabiscuit by Laura Hillenbrand (page 38 in my edition, with introduction before this about how the average horse sleeps in teeny tiny snippets, mostly standing up):

Seabiscuit was the exception.  He could keel over and snooze for hours on end.  His inability to straighten his knees all the way may have been the culprit, preventing him from locking his forelegs in the upright position.  Fortunately, he suffered no negative consequences.  While every other horse at the track raised hell demanding breakfast, he slept long and late, stretching out over the floor of his stall in such deep sedation that the grooms had to use every means in their power just to get him to stand up.  He was so quiet that Fitzsimmons’s assistant trainers once forgot all about him and left him in a van for an entire afternoon in brutal heat while they went for a beer.  They found him there hours later, pitched over on his side, blissfully asleep.  No one had ever seen a horse so relaxed.  Fitzsimmons would remember him as “a big dog,” the most easygoing horse he ever trained.  The only thing Seabiscuit took seriously, aside from his beauty rest, was eating, which he did constantly, with great vigor.

To which I say, good job, Seabiscuit!  And happy weekend snoozing to all.

photo from wikipedia.org

photo from wikipedia.org