Thursday, September 9, 2004

Life goes on...

Somehow, the anniversary of the Twin Towers disaster looms in my mind, and I'm rather depressed.  I tend to get Seasonal Affective Disorder (known as S.A.D.) in wintertime, but I've pretty much beat it the past couple of winters.  I don't think this has anything to do with the seasonal thing.  It's just that the world seems to be in such a turmoil.  It's amazing the number of people I know who have problems with anxiety or panic attacks, and I can't help but think it's the constant shadow of terrorism and war.  Even when I'm having a wonderful day, I feel the injustice and savagery in the world weighing heavy on me.

I have a couple of little nagging things bugging me:  for one, my grandson sold a car to a friend of his and never bothered to locate the title and give it to the boy.  That's turned into a mess, and it depresses me that my grandson won't get on the ball and fix the problem... that, and the fact that he won't hold a job.

Then there's the problem of a farrier:  the older fellow who's been shoeing Blue has retired, and Blue needs attention RIGHT NOW!  It's a real problem to find someone who will come to your house for just one horse.  My horse's shoes are loose, and I can see my rides on the country roads ending soon, if I don't find someone.  It isn't like they don't make a fortune at the business... I've been paying $80 every six weeks, and the job can be finished in a half-hour.  And Blue is very well-behaved; he hands the guy a foot almost as soon as he approaches.

The other depressing thing is so trivial I'm ashamed to mention it here.  I had hoped my husband and I could make it to Branson one more time before my overtime starts, but it appears that the only way I could summon up the funds to go would be to use a credit card.  And I won't do that.  Either we'll come up with some extra cash, or I'll be patient and wait till next spring.

Now on the bright side:  All our bills are paid on time; I have a wonderful horse and a dog that makes me laugh a lot;  My husband is madly in love with me and spoils me rotten; my children and grandchildren are healthy and happy; the weather lately has been PERFECT; I like my job, and the time goes by fast.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.


It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.


My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!


And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

written by Horatio G. Spafford


csandhollow said...

I get SAD too. Continue riding Blue it will help with it. I know what you mean about a farrier. We have been unable to find one worth paying that kind of money to. The last one could not put shoes on Crystal's back feet and the one before that busted Precious hoof so bad that it has taken a year for it to grow out. Pat keeps them filed as best he can but they need shoes now so we can ride on road.

plieck30 said...

Oh I can just see Blue lifting that hoof up. Hope you find someone soon. Paula