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I am writing the check now.  $125 to bury my old friend.   My son borrowed his friend's biggest hunting rifle so it only took one bullet to put my sweet boy at rest.  I am staying up at the house.  Perhaps later I can cut some flowers and lay them over the mound.  I fight tears.  I am afraid that if I let them loose I won't be able to stop.

I went out to feed my old horse this morning and he didn't come to eat.  I saw a white lump out in the field.

He is down.  Not dead yet but dying.  I've been making phone calls.  The backhoe will be here in a couple hours and my son is bringing the hunting rifle.  Soon my old stallion will be out of his misery.  In the meantime, I need to go back ( Read more... )

Life at the moment is nuts.  I'm barely sneaking on the internet long enough to send 10 gifts on owned.  (Yeah, I know.  Addicted)  Blog?  Hopefully I can get back here soon and let you know more what is happening in my life.

Sugar is getting married November 15.  At least that is the plan.  I'm going to be crazed for the next 4 months.  This ( Read more... )

I'm feeling a little better this morning.  At least if I don't move too quickly.  I'm betting that by tomorrow I will be completely over it.

It seems "The Crud" is going around at the place I work on Tuesdays/Thursdays.  Oh goody.  Guess who has it now.  I'm going to hibernate till I get to feeling better.  See y'all when it no longer hurts to have my eyes open.

I was just watching a YouTube of the 1973 Belmont Stakes with Secretariat running away from the pack and coming over the wire like 17 lengths (momma was talking to me about then) ahead of the others.  I see that Casino Drive was scratched this morning because he has a bruised hoof.

Go Big Brown.

I'm still trying to find somewhere I can stream ( Read more... )

Gahhhhhhhh! Where are my little icons for doing cool stuff in my post like color control and all ( Read more... )

Love is a many splintered thing
And each splinter is sharp.
Designed to rend and rip and tear
The vulnerable heart.