This is a progress report of sorts. I never thought I could make it on my own without my beloved
soulmate, but life does go on.
My work is going well. The garden is thriving and so am I. I have a surplus of weeds, but it is
balanced by the lovely wild flowers on our CRP project. The hayfields are productive and by
Fall my barn will be full.
I have my Missouri Foxtrotter mare home again in foul to a Jack. Next spring we will have a baby mule.
A new grandson on the way. I saw his picture in the womb yesterday. A boy. Big ears, big feet
and a beautiful picture of his hands folded together. I love him already. His eyes were wide open.
My truck, which glen loved to drive so well, has all new tires and the trailer too. All those
new tires give me added confidence. I have reservations at the horse camp for the end of July.
That is at Farmington Iowa if anyone out there wants to join me I have 3 animals to ride.
I plan on a trip to Missouri to ride last week of October.
We are having a party next Saturday night. You all are invited. Also a trail ride Sunday morning.
My granddaughter Mia and I are planning a trip to South America. Argentina to be exact.
That would be in 2010. This is really only a plan. Anticipation is half the fun.
I am cruising to Alaska next month thanks to my sister Mary Ann and Chris.
I have lost Nana the dog twice lately. She is afraid of storms. I leave her in the house
with the door locked, but when she jumps on the handle the door opens and out she goes.
Then she is terrified and hides somewhere and won't come out. I looked for two hours
yesterday, started the diesel, which she always comes running to go camping; did not work.
Called Kirk. He looked for her around town. Finally 3 hours after the rain storm here she
comes. A total mud ball. She must have been under a building somewhere. I guess I will
have to tie her up in the house. She can be so destructive when she is scared. We put her in
our horse trail once when the trailer was new during a storm and she tore up all the wall covering of faux leather. Ripped it to pieces. Love that dog.
I am working this weekend. Taking care of the residents is good therapy for me a person
who has been a caregiver since birth. Helping and watching my siblings as my poor mother
worked and worked and worked. Love you all