Sunday

Our place since Friday evening. I guess I can't deny winter being upon us any longer.

I have been at a Washington State Horsemen convention since Friday morning. It was in the Spokane Valley so did not have to travel although it is easier to stay in the hotel. You can rest in between meetings ect. However, I survived as usual. Washington State Horsemen in the largest multi use horse organization in the United States. We have four main divisions and multiple lesser groups, we have a person in Olympia. It is a family organization. Something for the entire family. Lots of fun for everyone.

Then as soon as the convention our zone had their awards banquet. I was very tired but now its all done for another year. I have some responsibilities in the zone, horse show division. Bob who does not like horse shows at all went with me today and that was so nice. Most of us will be going our own ways from now until the first of the year. I do miss my horse show friends. I am thinking about trying a little gaming next year. Can you see fat Pepper ambling around barrels. Makes me laugh. They assure me no one would laugh but I would.

Today I am thankful for a year of success with WSH and for all the people who give their all for our horses and however we choose to use them.

Thinking Thursday

Today I was thinking:

Once upon a long time ago we lived in small town in western Washington state. There was a mama and a daddy, a grandma, a little sister and me. Life was fun,.

I wanted a horse so bad. I begged for a horse. We had a sweet Jersey cow named Daisy. She tolerated me messing around with her. One day I put an old saddle we had - digressing a moment, I wonder what happened to it and the bridle that went with it - and I tried to bridle her. That did not work. I did get on and ride her however. I think I was 76 or 8. When my daddy caught me riding his milk cow, I remember him telling my mama, "We have got to get that girl a horse to ride so she will leave my milk cow alone."

So, I got the horse of my dreams - or of my young dreams of that time. She was a white mare that I thought was huge but in retrospect, probably no so big. My folks made me mostly ride bareback because they could not always help me saddle her up. I rode all over the country side on her. When she got tired of going, she went home4. I don't remember when or why she was sold but once again I was horseless.

Fast foreword now until I was 12 We had moved out into the country. I loved it out there. One of the first things I remember my parents doing was agreeing to , was me trading my bicycle and $10.00 for a "well broke" 2 year old mustang from Montana. He was bay with a big blaze about 13 hands tall. My parents knew nothing more than I did about horses. A well broke 2 hear old, holy cow. He had been ridden and he was recently gelded. Blaze and I learned together. He was my best friend, confident, and escape from reality. Bob and I had our first "dates" riding our horses over 2/3 of Pierce County. Blaze saw me through my fathers illness and death when I was a senior45 in high school. I taught6 him to do many tricks. Some better than others. I loved him a lot. When I went away to college, I had to sell my as my mama, grandma and sister were moving into town. I sobbed for hours when he left.

To be Continued............................................

Wednesday

Hello, I am so glad you are back out here. I get lonesome all alone.

A long day for some reason. It seems to get dark so early and then I feel like I want to go to bed. I don't go to bed so early in the summer. It may drive me nuts.

I am thankful today for the men and women who serve out country. I am especially thankful for my own sailor. I can't find a picture of him in uniform. I know they are here on this computer somewhere. I sent the originals to Nikki. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. My brother in law served in the Airforce, our grandson Dustin served in the Air Force, my Uncle Lyle served in the Army and Uncle George in the Army and I thank each of you. God bless you every day and especially today. I love each of you.

Thankful Tuesday

At the moment I am thankful I don't have a baseball bat to thump this computer with. It is doing weird things this evening. I am tired or rebooting. HOWEVER, that is not really what I am thankful for today. I challenged those who read this to post a thanks every day until Thanksgiving. I promise I did not read Andrea's before I had my thankful thoughts. I am thankful that at 71 I can still ride my horses, muck out their stalls, give riding lessons, walk a mile or more and other stuff. I know people who are younger who are hobbling around (not you Sharon) huffing and puffing and complaining. I want to stand tall and and take advantage of all life has to offer.

I spent half an hour tonight trying to corral Wrangler. He would not let Amelia out of the gate and when I picked up a stick to wave at him so he would let her go, he darted out in front of her. Then we played ring around the barn. Amelia went submissively into her stall. He finally said, oh well, you can catch me now. I put a hay string around his neck and led him back to his pasture and told him he was bad. Its like he shrugged his shoulders and trotted off. Bless his black buckskin heart. He is a stinker.

Life is good.

Monday

This is why I was home bound today when I had an errand to run in Couer d'Alene. When Bob got home he used the compressor, pumped it up and made a dash for Les Schwab. There was a long nail in it. Where from? Who knows. Anyway I now have 4 brandnew tires so am all set. So, tomorrow I can run my errand and do the other things I wanted to do.


A pretty dismal day out. It started out sunny but got more grey by the hour. I layed around and read.

I went out to much stalls and do the chores. Ditto and Amelia went in right away and began chumping on their grain. But then there is the "wonder horse" Pepper. He decided to play tag with me. He found a bucket of apples and took a couple of bites. I popped him on the rear and told him to get in there and he whirled around and ran around the barn. I put the bucket away so he wouldn't have an excuse to stop but about 5 trips around the barn giving me "that" look. I was losing my patience. I mean LOSING my patience. Finally he just ambled around in the barn and into his stall. I wanted to pick up a club and hit him between the ears but of course I didn't, He just looked at me with those big eyes and I just sighed and told him he better not do that again.

How about posting every day between now and Thanksgiving something you are truely thankful for. Today I am thankful for being born in America.

A rainy Sunday

No pictures, what can you take a picture of when it rains all day. Nada ............... So maybe tomorrow.

Bob is home from hunting. I think its over. He will be sad, I am glad. I like elk meat OK but I don't like being home day after day alone. Oh well, hes done this all while we have been married so guess I should be used to it. He came home with a cold and he best keep it. I have had enough.

Before I forget and I have been for most of the week. Our Nikki's mammogram proved the lump to be nothing. I can't remember what the doctor said it was. We all shed a large sigh of relieve. No something you want a 15 year old to go through. I know that it was not probable at her age to have it be cancer but stranger things have happened.

Hope the rain lets up tomorrow so I can put the barn horses out. They are getting tired of being in and I need to muck out stalls. If it were just rain I would not mind but its cold and rainy. Those old mares should not have to tolerate that.

Have a good Monday.