all right, i know who you are

but i still don't care.

the owner of the farm is plaguing me. she isn't around much but when she is, apparently she's, um, how to say it, a bitch? yes.

well, i'm trying to steer clear of her, because i don't want to start a losing battle and i'm just trying to keep my kid out of harm's way. something about this woman, she didn't care for me i don't think (i know), because i didn't pay her due respect. trouble is, i don't just lick the feet of anyone who comes my way, regardless of what they own.

and if they want me to, well, yeah, keep dreaming.
there are precious few who i will pay homage to. i don't know that any of them have two legs.

so the trick is, not to lose my zen at this point.

and nicole just said to humor her. it's nothing personal.

what can i say? i get to meet the fun people. that's about it.

but today nicole trotted bandit with me on the longe line. that was a curious crashing of pelvic bone and saddle. mostly, i was just along for the ride. though i had to start and stop him. and since he's arthritic, he needed about ten minutes to warm up, ten minutes of me crashing up and down in the saddle and trying to hold on and balance.

fun stuff kids.

but i have to learn. i have to learn so i can move beyond it.

i'm still loving the horses and bandit was curiously calm today. no hysterics. no whinnies like we were trying to take his soul. he was simply willing. and for that, i was grateful.

i just kept trying to breathe and enjoy myself.

it didn't even hurt that much, i'm just tired. the general tired of one who does too much. we walked into a warm restaurant and i wanted to curl into a ball and sleep right there, so i had to keep walking out and sit in the sun on a bench outside or i would have just toppled over.

i did get to see bucky after tracking him down. he was in his stall. i think they are turning him out at night. we saw him saturday just before the sun went down, he was out in the paddock. today, he was in.

it's a gorgeous day though.

and one of the nicest ladies there at the barn, her horse got turned out with a giant draft horse (her horse is a slightly smaller draft horse) and apparently there was some roughousing going on, and the nice lady's horse got the worse end of the deal.

she's an empath, i can tell. she ground relates to her horse a lot, so i like her very much. and when she came in during my lesson, i wanted to see what had happened, but there was too much to do.

so finally, after turning the big guy out, i found her.

are you okay?

yes.

she said,

thank you for asking.

she was just upset that her horse got roughed up and was limping after it while she had no say in the matter.

i wished there was something i could have done to help her feel better.

curious that it happened on a day the beotch was there. maybe that had something to do with it. there was a curious vibe at the farm today. perhaps owners don't realize how much their vibe affects the souls on their property.

i am just trying to keep to my appointed tasks.

and nicole, ever grateful, is just trying to keep from getting pestered. i certainly don't want to be the source of pestering. who knows. sometimes, these political intrigues are more than i care to contemplate. i will just let it all go, and continue to do what i'm there for, to make the lives of a few horses (and one fabulous owner) a little easier.

and when we arrived home, my husband stayed in his car--which had pulled in the driveway before us--longer than usual. when i came back down, he said,

i think i've lost my wallet.

so he drove off, back to the store he had just left.

only to return a few minutes later.

did you find it?

yeup. right there on the ground where i had parked.

apparently, it fell out of his pocket while he was getting in the car or something. i told him,

you are one favored guy.

he never gets tickets (okay 3 in 34 years of driving, and when he loses his wallet, badabing, he finds it all there, in tact). i'm grateful for this, the headache that would have come from that is not to be envied, but it's just amazing.

i lost my license, glasses, and a twenty i'd slipped into the case once. we were on our way to the byron nelson, i'd gotten tickets from somewhere (no, wait, that was in the days when my husband's job had perks). i crossed my legs on the bus from parking and out slipped my glass case. i was fortunate in that i realized it before we left the event, and that as we were leaving, the very bus i rode over on was pulled right up waiting for people. i asked the driver who handed me my glass case, glasses, and license, sans the twenty. but i'd gladly pay twenty bucks to get my stuff back. nightmare averted.

so i have been favored too. i know this. it's not sour grapes here, i'm just saying, i am quite favored, but my husband is favored to the point of annoyance. if that were possible.