I haven’t lost my crown yet. I should be grading papers, yet here I sit at the computer reading other people’s goals. As fascinating as that is, it doesn’t get my papers graded.
Okay, I’m going to find the calculator and get with it. Enough procrastinating!
After a whole day of fog, the sun has actually gotten brave enough to peek its head out for a short while. Sigh, Jan. 17th. It’s snowy, wet, slushy, and yucky. Spring must certainly come someday. I can hardly wait.
An hour of horseback riding is like an hour with an excellent therapist. I think the pounding of a horse’s hooves echoes the pounding of the human heart. It soothes a person’s soul. Horses are so incredibly intuitive. They sense how a person is feeling. They seem to absorb one’s worries and dispel them to the winds.
A few days ago my husband and I went riding on our property. While we were riding, we saw a red tail hawk soar down to the ground. We didn’t see the hawk for a few seconds, but then I saw him sitting in a tree with a snake hanging from his beak. It is comforting to know that as much as man tries to interfere nature continues to work as intended.