I mentioned my recent funk [Recap]. My riding career is going nowhere. I’m seeing 60 on the horizon. Funk seemed a reasonable response.
Until.
We have been having problems with basement damp. Found and fixed cause. Swept out the water. Discovered and threw out sodden items. Spread bleach with liberal hand.
I feel so much better. The air coming up through the vents no longer smells like a Vogon’s armpit. Relief was immediate and lasting. Nothing in my situation has changed. My horse is still a twink. I’m still a galloping grandmother (in age, not in actuality). Now I have the energy to deal with it.
Over the years, I have come to the conclusion that horse misbehavior is rooted in pain. I’m starting to wonder the same about people, having lived through several examples in my own head [Antibiotics as Mood Elevator tooth & ear, Happy Heath News eyes]. I even took this into consideration. I could not find a likely cause. Damp. Who knew?
I am a precious, picky princess, with the resilience of a daffodil. This is not news.
Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott
Virtual Brush Box 
“… precious, picky princess … resilience of a daffodil…” These descriptions made me chuckle. I don’t know about the princess part, but the daffodils in my yard come back year after year, bloom well, and survive odd weather bouts. We should be so lucky.
PS: I just had another go-round with WordPress and my signing-in. No promises, but I might be able to comment more often now. Rack on!!
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Fresh air can make a wonderful difference.
Mind/body are one. It’s just where the pain originates that causes people to judge you as a person.
Such good news. A cloud with a silver lining. What a relief to know that it’s external and not internal.
Imagine if everyone had fresh air, clean water, & adequate sewage. Imagine the difference.