There are so many things going on here, I don't even know what to do with myself. Nothing bad, mind you. Simply decisions to be made, possible changes in the future; and I HATE making decisions AND I hate change.
Our income tax refund arrived yesterday. That's a good thing.
I went for a fantastic horseback ride this afternoon; I took my camera with intentions of taking a picture of what a car looks like after it's run into a black cow on the road at night. Trouble is, I left my memory card at home in the card reader. Drat! Tomorrow is supposed to be nice, maybe I'll ride in that direction again.
When Cliff and I figure out what we're going to do about certain things, I'll let you know. (No, we are not getting a divorce, although he half-threatened me today when I jumped down his throat for forgetting something.)
On my Sunday horseback ride, I ventured into my little town. They have some ordinance on the books about no horse-poop in town; if your horse poops, you clean it up. How would that have been possible? I had no shovel with me. Blue pooped right in front of the funeral parlor, just the other side of those motorcycles, more or less beside/behind that car.
We made our break really fast, hoping that they'd blame the road-apples on the local Walking-Horse man. So far nobody has shown up at my door with handcuffs. Whew.
I lectured Blue, but he really didn't seem to be concerned. "When you gotta go, you gotta go." That was his attitude.