Weather, Horses, Wine

I wonder how many people are complaining about the weather? May is presenting us with weather that we should have enjoyed in December. It’s cold, windy, gloomy, and not suitable for outdoor activities. Which made it very uncomfortable at the barn this morning.

Chuck and I met the horse chiropractor early today. (At least it was early for us! We are retired, you know.) Trees bending, leaves blowing, a wind tunnel blasting thru the old wooden barn, just plain miserable. Reo had been brought in, and was neighing as he heard our voices; however, it’s not like he whinnied for us, personally. He was really calling to us because of the carrots, snacks, and grain we always bring. Reo got the royal treatment today. The chiropractor adjusted his spine, realigned his right shoulder, stretched his neck, and manipulated his stifle, among other things. Reo loved it! Give him a carrot, a massage, lots of praise, and end with alfalfa cubes and he doesn’t care what the weather’s like. But I did. I was shivering in my double shirts, down vest, hooded sweatshirt, and wool socks. I couldn’t wait to get out of there.

After returning Reo to his pasture, we drove home to enjoy a hot cup of coffee and nourishing oatmeal. While my horse’s life was certainly pleasant, and I was happy I could get that treatment for him, I was quickly brought back to the reality of human hardship when I turned on the TV and viewed the staggering toll this Covid virus is taking upon our nation. The human loss is beyond comprehension. My mind pictures a stadium of 80,000 people cheering for a football game and realize the enormity of those 80,000 plus lives removed from this earth. It is beyond the comprehension of most people, and that is perhaps why so many don’t understand the folly of ignoring the pleas of our scientists to remain diligent. No one believes that they could be part of that stadium of death.

I mull over this tragic scenario, and wonder when it will end and if I will become one of the stadium dead. I do not intend to tempt fate so I will continue to follow the six foot distancing recommendation, wear a face mask in public if I must go inside an establishment, and spend lots of time outdoors, even if it is unpleasantly chilly.

And, I will enjoy each evening with a glass of Pinot Noir, as I am doing right now.

Published by mjm1942

I have aged. Of course. I was born in Trenton, NJ in 1942. I now live in Kentucky. It's 2019. My marriage has lasted 56 years, and I still love the man. My three children live far from us, and we do miss them; however, it's fine with just he and me. We are best friends. I love my dogs and my horses. I have failed as a writer (dreams died long ago), but I still dabble now and then. I have always been restless; perhaps because I have moved so many times in my life. I feel like something is waiting to happen around the corner. I graduated from Salem College at 55 years of age. I am a woman.

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