Prelude: This post today does not mean I’m sitting here in my desk crying, but rather I’m sitting here at my desk at boots & breeches because I’m showing after work today. Schooling was great, but I’m super busy this week so I have a blog post I wrote a week ago for today. Will have a show report for y’all Monday! I am not what you would call an emotional person. Between the two of us, Tim was always…
My “hump” day this week went a lot like Humpty Dumpty. I spent a lot of time trying to “put it back together again.” Not because I was sad or mourning or whatever, but it was just a really annoying, crappy day. Because the universe is awesome, this week at work has just been completely bananas. I’m not sure if my sad widow card is playing out at my job or if it’s just circumstance, but all the things are happening…
Here’s the thing about my blog lately… when I gather my true feelings over something over the period of a few days/weeks (like moving), I get to the point where I write a somewhat coherent blog post about it. That blog post is typically, really fucking depressing – you’re welcome. However, after I write it (usually during many tears) it’s like a switch flips and I’m back to being a somewhat functional human being. And people say I need a…
For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume? The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot Tonight after work, I move into my new apartment. I’ve been dreading it. At first I thought I dreaded the move because it was…
So in my first post about Simon’s animal communicator, I told you all the “general” information she shared and his initial question. Maybe because it was general, but a lot of that information was still in the “Hmm, this could be legit?” category instead of the “I’m a believer!” category. After the first twenty minutes or so of talking, she asked me what questions I had for Simon. First, I addressed the “younger girl” who Simon was broken hearted about. I…
For months now, I’ve been wanting to hire an animal communicator for Simon. I’m not chasing answers to any mystery problems, but I’ve been genuinely curious about animal communicators from the first moment I knew they were existed. At the time, I was saving money for the Europe trip that didn’t happen so I decided no communicator for me. Then everything went down with Tim, and my life became a bit chaotic financially… so the session slipped even further down the…
This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. – T.S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men” I have been doing a lot of thinking about Tim’s final thoughts on this earth. The afternoon before he died, I talked to him on the phone after his therapy appointment. Tim was in pretty good spirits considering everything that had been going on for the previous weeks, and it was a positive phone call. Through my extremely impressive detective…
Right now my horse is not taking the hunter/jumper world by storm. He’s not jumping 3’6″ and he’s not doing perfect lateral work or flying changes. There are a lot of other things that are more important to me right now. When he gets several days off, I can pull him out and know that I’ll get a decent ride from him. May he be a little resistant to bend or maybe a little anxious for transitions? Most likely, yes…