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”
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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.
Foto Friday: Greetings From Stepping Stone Farm
Photo by Courtney Huguley (Must. Do. Sit-ups.)
Where’d It Go?
Since Rodney appears to get anxious when I lead him toward the ring, we have been breaking the process into (microscopically) small steps. In the current exercise, we walk over to the mounting block, wearing our bridle like a big horse. He stands next to it. I sit on it. We wait until he takesContinue reading “Where’d It Go?”
Ladies Who Lunch
Mathilda’s day 7 am: Good morning. Waiting in her pen for morning carrots. Rodney let out into the field. Pen cleaned & closed for the day. A year ago, the few minutes it took to get her feet trimmed left me, mare, and blacksmith exhausted. She is doing marvelously better. Still, holding her feet upContinue reading “Ladies Who Lunch”
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