As long as I can remember, I’ve been a planner. With many things, this is an asset. For example, I’ve planned the shit out of my upcoming move which is now two weeks away. Every week had a to do list and a timeline for goals, so now even with unexpected bumps in the road… I haven’t crawled into a fetal position with a bottle of wine for the mental breakdown I’m pretty sure I’m do. Actually, I’ve been clipping along…
A big side effect of my grief has been compulsively wanting to reach out to people of my past that I’ve lost touch with. After all, there’s no better way to realize the frailty of life than staring at your 37 year old dead husband. It’s kind of like watching The Dead Poets Society on repeat for 100 years and condensing all of that into a 5 minute span. Carpe diem, folks. Carpe diem. Of course, a normal person might take…
I finally got to go out and see Simon last night for the first time since my Birthday, and got there to find him really, really lame. I noticed in the cross ties he was resting his right hind waaaaaaaay more than the left, and when he would start to rest the left he immediately switched back to the right. This horse is tough, so I was concerned. I didn’t feel anything on the bottom of his right hind, but when…