I can say it was a No Horse Day, but I can’t say they ever left my mind. Spent the morning at home, and the afternoon with our son and daughter-in-law. Actually took time to watch a movie, Captain Marvel, and I did enjoy the movie. I did not enjoy the loud music, so stuffed …
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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 …
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 …
WHAT DID YOUR GOD DO FOR ME
Here’s the thing. God made me white. God made me attractive. God gave me a talent: an ability to type really, really fast to ensure I could make a living. He gave me intelligence and common sense to help me make the most of educational and job opportunities. God gave me the wherewithal to live …
It Was Almost Fun
Last weekend I went to a sensory clinic and discovered that I can do more than I thought. I rode Reo in an equitation class, where he behaved as good as, if not better than, most (except for a skittish part where he thought he was being left behind), and then we were the best …
RIDING HORSES AT MY AGE?
You know, I’m not sure why I still ride horses. I surely do love the animals themselves, and I could not bear the thought of not spending time with them. However, I do not like the extra pains my body goes through after I dismount. The other problem is having a certain amount …
Remember this childhood
I was a child. I still had a father and a mother. I pause to remember being in the basement with my father watching him work on a wooden bench. He smiled. He tossled my hair. His shining black hair and startling blue eyes looked upon me with warmth and love, and I felt safe and …
