I have missed my horse, Foxie, dearly since coming to Maine to finish my college degree.
Well…my mother went out to the barn where Foxie is in training today. And Foxie refused to come to mother. (I have this knack for picking out animals that are difficult and seem to only like me.) So my mother put me on speaker phone and I called for Foxie as mother held the phone up in the middle of the pasture. And Foxie came over.
Goodness. Might have teared up a little bit.
Definitely a dork. I talked to my horse over the cell phone.
my stomach was restless this morning.
everything a little off and ill-at-ease.
and then. work didn’t happen. due to a large car accident impeding my route. which is odd because i wanted to call in this morning anyway (interesting how the universe can read you sometimes). I detoured to the barn to brush Foxie, my Thoroughbred mare. after brushing her coat and feeding her a few treats, my anxiety subsided.
a lovely side affect.
now perhaps i shall sleep tonight without trying to guess what my stomach is unhappy about.
a little bluegrass might help. maybe some Nicholas Ridout on banjo.