Mathilda neighs from the barn, asking Rodney where he has gotten to. (Click on photo for better view.)
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On Idle
No lesson this week. Instructor went on Sunday to set up the stalls for the horse show. Horses went up on Tuesday. I will be going on Saturday. This is one reason I don’t see myself committing to big-time saddleseat. [For a more ponderment on the subject, see Suiting Up.] Our menagerie is such thatContinue reading “On Idle”
Moxibustion
Our latest therapy for Rodney is moxibustion, a traditional Chinese medical practice of burning dried mugwort. I had moxa sticks around the house, having tried it with Previous Horse and Mathilda. Neither they nor I was impressed. However, Internet surfing informed my medical advisor that moxa can be used on scar tissue. He dug upContinue reading “Moxibustion”
Hissy Fits
It’s dark. It’s late. I’m lying in bed. Awake. My mind begins to ponder life’s inscrutable mysteries. What if something terrible happens and I’m a widow and I have to lie in this bed alone for the rest of my life? What if they never get the Fujiyama reactor under control and nuclear armageddon oozesContinue reading “Hissy Fits”
Barn Jeans
A while back, I came close to flashing the postmaster. Our land is surrounded by field and forest. The neighbors are close enough that I call for help in a crisis but screened enough that I can do the occasional Lady Godiva to the clothesline. Therefore, not all of my barn clothes are fit forContinue reading “Barn Jeans”
Clippus Interuptus
The nagging feeling that you left something unfinished.
Busy Signal
No blog post today. I will finish the paying writing first. I will finish the paying writing first. I will finish the paying writing first. I will finish the paying writing first. I will finish the paying writing first. Dammit.
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