Nothing interesting to report from online dating . . . in fact, nothing interesting out there . . . so, I hid my profile again . . . which means I'm done . . . at least for awhile.
BUT, I found an interesting guy on craigslist . . . local guy, probably not a serial killer! Anyway, his ad said something about a woman who likes horses and rural life. That is pretty much me . . . in fact, exactly me! So, I wrote to him. We have many other things in common besides horses, but aren't quite in agreement with politics and religion. That didn't seem to discourage him, though. Anyway, I called him. We talked for over an hour and I don't think he asked me one question . . . it was all about him, him, him. So . . . NEXT!
I went to Cadence the other day, and I was about to walk one of the regulars . . . Justin. Justin is the one who I do the most exercises with from my book on therapeutic riding. So . . . one of the girls who was doing the side walking asked me if I knew the exercises! I said, "I wrote the book!"
When I took Moki for a walk this morning, I heard the cows mowing . . . I just love that! I cam home and couldn't get the song, This Old Man outa my head. This old man, he played one, he played knick knack on my thumb. Knick knack paddy whack, give the dog a bone. This old man came rolling home!
After that, me and two kids were supposed to groom a couple horses. One kid, a twelve to fourteen year old would be my guess, named Angela was one of the kids. I knew the other one . . . I think her name is Corey. So, we go over to the corral and Angela says, "You two get the horses, I'll get the brushes." But, Angela was the only one who knew what the horses looked like. After trying to explain which horses they were (remember, they are all white horses with VERY little difference), I said, "How about YOU go get the horses and I'll get the brushes." She went.
You know, I'm sixty years old with mostly gray hair, and I think I probably look rather grandmotherly. Most kids treat me with a slight bit of deference. I don't expect it, but I always appreciate it. But this was so blatantly . . . what . . . I don't know what you would call it. Jennifer had talked about how a lot of the people who come to her are takers . . . well, this kid was a taker, big-time. Spoiled brat, at the very least. If she was a little older, I would refer to her as a . . . well, a female dog, if you get my drift!
The instructions from Jennifer were for two people to groom while one person holds the two horses. So, Miss Brat and Corey come back with the horses, and Miss Brat says, "You two groom, I'll hold the horses first." All I could think in my head was, "TAKER!" And a lazy taker, to boot. But, I had already decided that I wanted to groom first and hold later . . . you know, get the easy stuff off the horse and let the next person get the harder to reach areas! So, her little bossiness fit exactly what I wanted.
When I got to the horses mane, some of it was so tangled, it was going to be a real chore to get it undone. Miss Brat said we would use a scissors on the mane. But, cutting a mane should really be left as a last resort, and I told her that when she tried to hand me the scissors. It took quite awhile, but I'm good at untangling knots . . . which is what was in this mane. I got it. No scissors involved. Anyway, Miss Brat then relieved Corey and started doing some grooming, but Corey had done a thorough job and there wasn't much left. Meanwhile, I'm still working on the mane. Then, a couple other people came to help with the grooming. So, now there's five people working on two horses. Miss Brat strolls away. I found Alicia and told her that since there was plenty of help, I'd be leaving. It bummed me a little because I had cancelled a really fun archeology day to be there to help . . . and they really didn't need me. But . . . whatever's meant to be!
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