Saturday was a hang-out-with-other-friends-day for me, Shirley and Lynn rode without me. It gave them a chance to talk and be together like before I started riding every weekend with them. It was a hard week last week and I know it was good for Lynn to be ahorseback.
It is an ironic truth that as much as I love getting older (and getting closer to retirement), I hate that everyone else is aging, too. I want to have my cake and eat it, too. I have always been like that. Shirley did not have a good week. Her pills are off again. I do not understand the pharmaceutical industry. She was doing well, then the generic brand that she is forced to use because of insurance, changed its medicine and thus, sent her into a decline. We forget that she is in her 80s. She is so spry and does everything she has always done--she is timeless. But then, she isn't. I want her to stay where she is and just let us catch up.
And then there's Brady. He's still running up the hill and keeping everyone back behind him, but he's running much slower. He cannot turn quickly. His hips are awfully bony. He is starting to show his age more and more. We have had a mild winter. He might not have been able to take a harsher one. We had wind last week. Big wind. What if he can't move quick enough to miss being hit by branches or trees? She is worried he will get down and not be able to get back up. Lynn has already made the call to Dr. Branch.
Sunday was a glorious day--definitely not March weather. Lynn and Shirley waited and waited and for me to get out of church. I am so grateful. It was warm and comforting to be with them as we start a new week. Jupes was on his best behavior and everything went well. We did see two kids on motorcycles, but they went one way and we went another. People were out shooting and only Happy was upset and she was fine once we got over the crest of Hennessey and down the other side. Days like this balance out the heaviness of my heart with the blessings of being with people that I love. I am sure it is the same for all people fortunate enough ride horses. Being able to love deeply comes with being surrounded by beauty and love returned.
So you made me cry! Crap. Just so you know Wed.
ReplyDeleteOne funny thing that happened and I for got to tell you. When you were in the lead coming out on the new trail, Mom was having a time with Buster, he was tossing his head, prancing and trying to do this hopping lope up the hill, when Mom tried to lift this branch over her and control Buster at the same time. The Branch was a dead leaning tree and she was trying to get it off her. Finally with arm flaying she got lose from it and it fell to the ground. I was back there chuckling and hoping at the same time all ended well. Maybe Saturday we can try some new place. I have an idea....