Wow. Less than a week to go. The year has been tilted steeper and steeper and things rolling down hill towards the end of the year are picking up speed. Next month is my birthday. Fifty one. Better that fifty. Easier on the Psyche.
Business sucks. Horses are wonderful. Living less wilfully works, though nothing is as expected. the horses are communicating more simply. Sara's feet are better. Daisy is gone over to Tony's. Cat still isn't here, but coming next week. Haloween parade this Saturday. I've looked foreward to being able to ride in the Parade for years. Here it comes. Oh boy!
I have to remind myself that just because its cold and has snowed already it still isn't winter untill the solstice. Dec. 21. Steve just baled the last of the hay yesterday.
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