the outside world time. A boyfriend of my youth turned 65 last week. That is legit old. That is retirement age … that is not possible … no way that sweet, young thing is so old … no way this sweet young thing dated anyone who is 65 … I said awareness of time, not acceptance.
The downside of lunch at the barn.
Note to self. Do not wear a red shirt when hosing Milton. The reflections on a wet, gray horse are too disturbing.
When I type, SHOE comes out SHOW, RISING comes out RIDING. Freudian typing.
Milton will not eat his frozen treat if I am holding the cup. He’ll will eat out of the exact same cup if I hand it over to his rider. I’m not taking this personally. Not at all. Not in the slightest. [Horsicles]
Stay safe. Stay sane.