2 posts tagged “horse”
When you are tense, let me teach you to relax.
When you are short tempered, let me teach you to be patient.
When you are short sighted, let me teach you to see.
When you are quick to react, let me teach you to be thoughtful.
When you are angry, let me teach you to be serene.
When you feel superior, let me teach you to be respectful.
When you are self-absorbed, let me teach you to think of greater
things.
When you are arrogant, let me teach you humility.
When you are lonely, let me be your companion.
When you are tired, let me carry the load.
When you need to learn, let me teach you.
After all, I am your horse.
And now, the REAL story . . .
When you are tense, let me teach you that there are dragons
in the forest, and we need to leave NOW.
When you are short tempered, let me teach you how to slog around
the pasture for an hour before you can catch me.
When you are short sighted, let me teach you to figure out where, e
exactly, in the 40 acres I am hiding.
When you are quick to react let me teach you that herbivores
kick MUCH faster than omnivores.
When you are angry, let me teach you how well I can stand on my
hind feet, because I don't FEEL like cantering on my right lead
today, that's why!
When you are worried, let me entertain you with my mystery
lameness, GI complaint, and skin disease.
When you feel superior, let me teach you that, mostly, you are the
maid service.
When you are self-absorbed let me teach you to
PAY ATTENTION! I TOLD you about those dragons in the forest!
When you are arrogant, let me teach you what 1200 lbs of a
YAHOO-let's-Go horse can do when suitably inspired.
When you are lonely, let me be your companion. Let's do lunch.
Also, breakfast and dinner.
When you are tired, don't forget the 600 lbs of grain that needs
to be unloaded.
When you are feeling financially secure, let me teach you the
meaning of "Veterinary Services, additional."
My good neighbor Uncagedbird recommended Carl Hiaasen's Skinny Dip as a good read. I ran across the book on sale in a huge lumber yard. It is one of the funniest books I've read in a long time and with a message. Go check it out. What are lumber yards coming to? Books for fook's sake! Menard's is huge in the Great Lakes region and have added books and magazines to the sinks, tubs, power tools, and tons of lumber in all sizes and types. My husband and I used to have many a hot date that started with dinner and wound up cruising the lumber yards. What can I say, it was cheap and he loves lumberyards. He is a very very talented general contractor, but sadly is now disabled. He fell off our roof (30') Friday, November 10, 2000 at 4:50 in the afternoon. He crushed two vertebra and is now fused from his sacrum to his mid chest: two titanium rods, ten screws and two plates. He is not brain dead, or dead, or in a wheel chair and we are so grateful for all of those blessings. He is not able to work for more than a say half an hour on any job because his fused back is so painful. He is computer illiterate and cannot sit at a computer desk or any desk without being tilted back at 45 degrees or doing the DEEtroit Lean in his chair. Even though he is a very intelligent man and reads the paper, several papers, daily - he does not think like the rest of us. He is also and Irish Catholic Republican (go figure that one!) He may have a bit of autism in that he sees things in pictures and large steps. There is a continuum in his way of thinking that does not allow him to teach or explain. It is just there for him. I have seen him stand in an open and empty field, building the house in his mind. When he got it all pictured, he did not need blue prints. There is also a certain amount of dislexia: Brian is always spelled Brain and he often reverses letters and even numbers. I was the company book keeper :) I guess I say this all in justification of his status of disabililty. My sister does not like him and accused him of being a gold digger on the gov't payroll. Believe me as a one man show, he did not make enough money to qualify for big bucks on disability. We live on my teaching salary. His major frustration is in not being able to work. Mike absolutely loves/loved his work. He thrived in it and would often work 6 days a week and then roof or build on Sunday at home. He will still go out and work on projects but then pays the price in constant pain for several days. He never complains and I am the one who pushes the Advil or Aleve on him. He knows this pain is for the rest of his life, and I think he is concerned about becoming immune to the OTC pain killers. He also cannot finish any project in a timely manner. It took him two weeks to finish drywalling the ceiling in the laundry room. Our older son was there to help with the lifting and holding while Mike screwed in the pieces. Mike stays busy taking care of me and our younger son. He also chauffers his elderly mother around to shop and go to doctor's appointments. He has totally taken all of the home worries off my shoulders. He fixes breakfast for me every morning and usually has dinner ready to go when I get home. He takes our son to school and picks him up every day. If John forgets something, his dad runs it out to school for him. If he gets sick, his dad picks him up. Also on weekends, he helps me load Riley up for our riding lessons. Today he was kicked back in a chair, bundled up in his carharts with a large tuxedo cat sleeping on his lap. He fell asleep while I was riding. I got a laugh out of that one. He fell asleep while I was in labor with our first son. He was MY COACH!! But that's another story. My husband takes excellent care of me and our children. His corporal works of mercy are without end. When he was healthy, he would help all of the little old widows of the parish, fixing little things for them - replace a plug on a toaster, changing light bulbs, putting in or taking out an a/c unit, getting rid of the ground hornets near their doors. He still does little things but no heavy lifting or bending anymore. He has never charged them anything as most of them live on social security and nothing else. They trust him and feel safe when he is around. My husband is a good man.
He has no one to blame but himself for learning the horse business. I told him up front before we got serious that horses and dogs were a life long addiction. It is a sickness that I will never get over.:)
I had a great ride today on Riley but I'll get into gushing over that on another day. Let's just say that every ride brings big time improvement! I RIDE!
