After a little work, she rewards Leah with an easy ride, one day it was with this Arab S Hackamore which Leah loved, and the last ride was with no bridle at all--completely free except a rope around her lower neck. Leah like that, too.
When not on horseback, I have found a new love, Seahorse One. That is the name of my waverunner. My husband and I took the plunge and bought a couple of them. I am in LOVE. I've been able to fly with a bald eagle and an osprey. So far we've taken them to Long Lake--20 miles up and 20 miles back--and Lake Coeur d'Alene, but we have lots of future plans and dreams. This weekend we're renting a cabin on the lake with our kids--it'll be a blast.
My daughter had Rebecca put a couple of rides on her horse, Cowgirl. Cowgirl is the alpha mare of our herd and, truthfully, she is the leader. Because of her, Red is still alive and 2nd in command at the ripe old age of 36. What she says, goes. She is a foundation Quarter Horse. Shiloh purchased her as a yearling and she's 11 now. Smart. Athletic. Brave. Almost the perfect horse. My daughter's very lucky.
We had some of our hay delivered last Saturday. Always a treat. We put away 10 tons of alfalfa/grass and 35 round bales of Timothy for the winter.
A very scary thing happened though. I was out working with Rebecca and Leah when the hay arrived and my husband and the crew unloaded it. I had forgotten to try to find our feral female cat and her brother, Tuffy. Their mother had them in our barn about 6 years ago and Tuffy is my heart-cat! When they were done and I went in the barn to see the hay, I realized they'd stacked the bales tight and cut off escape routes for the cats. Typical me, I freaked out and started pushing all of the upper hay bales off until I could uncover the sides of the barn.
I found Tuffy, but I'm not sure if he was in the hay or outside of the barn when they stacked it. I could NOT find his sister. For two days I went out all throughout the day, calling and calling and calling and looking and looking, but no luck. I felt SICK.
Finally, yesterday afternoon, I just stopped and prayed that God would either show me she was alive or show me she was dead so that I could move on. I went into the house and back out an hour later, called for her, and OMG, she emerged from the back of the hay! My husband was with me then, and we were both SO HAPPY we hugged each other for joy. All that for a cat, you may wonder. But it's about LIFE and the fragility of it. To take away a life is no small thing. To celebrate life is no small thing either. I feel blessed.
I have been a proponent of securing our southern border since 9/11--not because of Mexicans who come across to work, but because of the potential for terrorists to get across. I lived in California much of my life, so I'm well aware the labor has been an agriculture/business necessity. There has also been abuse of undocumented workers and since no one knows they're here, no one can defend them. We need a better system for ALL involved. Something humane. Unlike some Trump supporters, I would like to see a path to citizenship after we've secured/enforced our border.
Mexican Americans. Black Americans. White Americans. We're all Americans. I would LOVE to see a truly UNITED, color-blind America in my lifetime.
I read a Foreign Policy Mag article this morning by James Traub, "It's Time for the Elites to Rise Up Against the Ignorant Masses" --yes, you can vomit now. If this election has done NOTHING else, it has exposed the extent to which we've handed over our country to the so-called "elites" and forfeited our own rights and duties as citizens.