Leaving Childhood

When I was a child I thought old people were kind of different, but lovable. I wondered what it would feel like to be old, with leathery skin and scant hair. I am no longer a child; I am the old person, and I do hope I’m lovable. But I do find myself grumpy, not …

A Ride With Reo

I rode Reo yesterday. First time in a long while. My hip joints have been troublesome and the last time I tried to mount I took too long to get on and he stepped away and I took a tumble. Surprised both him and me. I did get on and ride that day, but it …

It’s Late

I’m very tired, but yet I’m stretched out in my recliner writing this. My legs ache. Because I rode the stationary bike for 22 minutes. I should have gone to visit Reo today, but since I didn’t I thought I should expend some energy, thus the bike ride. It’s kind of interesting how walking in …

Love and The Old Horse

I visited the Old Horse, Buddy, this week, just two times. I cannot say I feel quite right about it since for so many years, 30 to be exact, I have seen him almost daily. It’s hard for me to accept that I have basically put him “out to pasture.” Not really, for heavens sake, …

Old Horse … Old Person

Today I visited the Old Horse, Buddy. He has lost weight and needs a good grooming. I hope he begins to regain his healthy weight as he becomes more comfortable with his new home. It’s been three weeks since I moved him to this new home; perhaps he is going to need more time than …

Old Horses and Old People

I have a 32 year old Appaloosa gelding that has been part of my life for 30 years (Buddy). I am an aged person, 76 to be exact, and this old horse and I have been through much in our lifetimes. I am running out of money (retired) to keep this old boy going, but …

Frustration

My husband uses my laptop.  He swears nothing changes when he uses it, but I can never find what I want when he returns it to me.   So, I’m ignorant about computers, I know.  I am, after all, 76 years old and technology is not my forte.   My forte is writing, riding, living without stress, …

I’m Still Old

You know, I used to like to write.  About everything.  And now I find myself unable to think about putting my thoughts or my memories on paper.  I used to belong to a memory keepers writing group, and while it is still going on, I cannot bring myself to attend those monthly meetings, because I …