My men still draw breath. Surely I've earned a jewel for my eternal crown ... if I'm forgiven for the purely evil thoughts I had about them this past weekend!
I volunteered this morning and the horses KICKED my butt. Actually, we were extremely short-handed and it was the barn chores that did the kicking. And ... I loved every moment of it! Feeding, escorted horses to and fro, sweeping and scooping. Perfect.
Today the team leader (each day has two team leaders, an AM and a PM person) was surprised when she realized this was only my third time working. I thought they were letting me do way more than I thought proper for someone with no experience. She said my ease must be a result of being an animal person and it seemed like I had been around horses more than just patting one or two on the cheek before this experience.
I'm having a great time and the horses are nice enough to tolerate me. Works for me.
Among the many horses I escorted today was the draft horse. He is white (or grey, depending who you talk to) and HUGE! It was quite a scene when I was trying to get his halter up over his ears. Thankfully he is a very patient and well-behaved horse.
This past weekend I turned an emotional and very important corner in my life at the prompting of Hubby's behavior (not intentionally bad and definitely nothing new, just his usual selfishness and self-serving ways). This adjustment has been coming for two decades and he's asked for it to the point of anger and impatience.
Let it be noted - this change of understanding and behavior on my part may soon be referred to by my husband as The Opening of Pandora's Box. More details are sure to follow.
