My farrier had called me to say he was coming out tomorrow to trim our horses. He asked, how I was feeling and if I was ready to get back in the saddle again. I was feeling sorry for myself late this afternoon. Of course, I said no! I feel horrible, my back hurts, my ribs hurt and I couldn’t catch a deep breath if my life depended on it. He just laughed a big ol’ hardy hardy har! I said, yeh and blah blah! We ended our conversation and finally pried myself off the chair in the living room. I made my way into the kitchen to cook dinner.
Leftovers were on the menu tonight.
I wasn’t really in the mood for preparing a large meal. It’s not that I need to eat a large meal anyhow. Apparently, the only thing I need is a butter knife to slather a few more extra pounds on my ass. Just the aroma of food cooking causes me to swell like a good year blimp! In spite of it all, the dinner was as good as usual. Okay, not so much. It was nothing more than left over pinto beans, mixed with a stir fry of…chopped onions, sweet peppers, cilantro and diced cactus, then topped it off with hot sauce. You drop a few tortillas chips on the plate to scoop up the remains.
It was then, time to peel myself off the living room chair again. I had to clean up what was left of the supper dishes. I always clean up while I’m cooking, so the left over dishes were minimal. My head was flooded with the possibilities of never riding, again! Oh, whoa is me! For Pete’s sake. I never learned the violin. So why am I complaining? To be old, physically challenged and accident prone spells…”d-i-s-a-s-t-e-r” on any level. Plopping my tired ol’ self down at the computer. I logged on to Facebook. Low and behold, there was a story that caught my eye. Just what the Dr ordered. I read it and wept.
I’ll let you read the article and come to your own conclusions.
81-year-old barrel racer has heart ‘full of horsehair’