Life With Archie: Mid Life With Horse
Welcome to my world--which seems to be shaken up a little. I have acquired a horse. Again. There was the (great)big grey horse (Hobbs) who outstayed his welcome by walking through fences and eating the house-- and the home. In a stunningly deft bait and switch, grey Hobbs moved out and red Archie moved in. Archie clattered into the barn, selected the biggest corner stall-with-a-view, decorated it with pictures of his favorite rock bands and hung out a shingle, "The Dude Is In."
Despite our generational age difference, the therapeutic benefit of having a ready made combo stairmaster, tread mill, free weights and Pilates all rolled into a furry creature who doesn't yak your ear off and works for hay, is hard to beat.
I don't need a horse, we don't need a horse, we really can't afford a horse, there's not enough time between work, life, kids, their kids, and all the stuff we do when we don't have a horse-- but I am on Cloud Nine.
This is all about me--and recovering that delight and connivance that is horse and girl. We are going to ride bareback through the fields, I will whisper my deepest secrets in his soft, furry ear and I will cater to his every whim. We will be Velvet and Pie. My grown children are NOT going to understand--but their children will.
Now if I can just make sense of the directions in that owner's manual... (Note-this story begins...HERE)
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