Happy 90th!
Started out right away this morning on my manure project. The side of the barn went from this:
The cake was scrumptious!
Started out right away this morning on my manure project. The side of the barn went from this:
The cake was scrumptious!
I woke up and realized I was a double-D, not the bra size, I mean that I was feeling the effects of divorce and depression. I did the only thing a cowgirl can do in such a situation. I loaded my horse onto the trailer and went trail riding. This whole trailering thing has given…
Saturday, walking the woods and fields behind the library. Reaching the corn field, it looks like a tractor recently came through and plowed under the standing stalks. Rock-sized clods of black dirt lie in a wake of tire marks, segregating the field like waves on an ocean. A few geese stand, looking perplexed at the…
The weather here has been hot and humid. I hate humidity. Besides making you feel swampy as soon as you step outside, it brings on migraines for me. So I’ve been pretty miserable all week, until last night anyway, when some cooler, dryer air moved in. But when I rode Luke yesterday, it was still…
Prologue: I wrote this for a reading at my writer’s group to discuss where I am as a writer. WARNING: It contains some swearing and crazy-ass thinking. I’m still grieving the loss of Luke. And it appears any time you suffer one loss, it brings up feelings from all the other losses in your life….
What’s this? Not much time to blog this week. I’m flying out to see my son in Oakland, California on Friday, so there are a number of work and home related things I’m trying to get done before I leave. Rush, rush, rush. Then, my Uncle Frank died Friday evening. Frank was a wonderful uncle —…
OK. I got a little carried away with my photos today. This was supposed to be a one photo a day thing… But it’s been a couple weeks since I’ve made it out to the barn and the horses were being so darn photogenic. The reason I haven’t been out to see Luke for awhile…
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Great job on the poop scoop!
Happy Birthday to your Aunt Fran!
Poop, poop, poop – good job!
Caring Bridge sounds like an awesome idea. But, it sounds like your friend D is going through hell – I’m sending my thoughts.