
From Legacy.com
September has arrived. Finally!
I hate August. Hate, hate, hate.
Eight years ago, my father died suddenly at the end of August. So, that sucks. Obit
Six years ago, Rodney arrived [Cast]. Two years ago, Milton arrived [Meet Milton]. Therefore, every August is a reminder that I have utterly failed to accomplish anything with them.
My father was never interested in my riding. I doubt he would have appreciated being lumped in with horse-related events. While he approved of writing and photography, I have no idea what he would have thought of the blog, or if he would have read it. But that is a psycho-social discussion for another day.
Good-bye August, and good riddance.
ONWARDS!
Dad posts on RS
Why I Drove a Beat-up Jeep to My Senior Prom
Cultural Commentary abbreviated version of the story
Spotted in Boston 5th photo
Related Posts
It is no coincidence that my blogging meltdown occurred in August, Hiatus.
In case you are wondering how the blog & I survived the meltdown, I’m Baaaaaack … With Camera.
Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott





























