Actually, Thanksgiving has been delayed until Saturday over at Janet's - and that suits me just fine. I got to kick back today and relax at the barn, take a little nap, eat leftover turkey and dressing. Mark cooked a wonderful turkey with that Cajun injector stuff before he went back to work. Mmmm. Yum.
Oh - a lot of folks have said they have trouble remembering this blog address, so it occurred to me that I should set up a shorter one. So -- here it is:
There. Now keep in touch!
I hung out over at the barn until about 2 today measuring out horse feed for the next couple weeks, and thinking about how grateful I am for my life. Twenty years back I would never have imagined how happy I would be this far down the road.
I have a husband I adore. Mark is so kind and so patient with me, too -- and he needs that patience all too often, poor guy!
I've been having trouble with my memory of late, and I'm afraid one day it will become a serious problem. But I know with absolute certainty that Mark will take care of me no matter what happens, and I can't begin to say how much knowing that means to me.
And I'm so grateful for all our wonderful family and friends. Both Mark and I have terrific families. Not everyone can say that, I've found over the years.
And I love love LOVE having a life full of horses and dogs and cats - I adore them!
I even love our house. Yes, I know it still needs a lot of "updates," but there are so many things I love about it -- the big kitchen with that HUGE island, our big master bedroom with that truly giant master closet, the window seat, and "his" and "hers" bathrooms. Wrap around porches - half screened now (thank you, dear). A really cute barn that's happily close to the house. And all of it in a location close to everything. I spent a lot of time perusing LandandFarm.com while Dad was sick, and I know that there are all sorts of really cool farms for next to nothing up in Ohio and Kentucky. But I never found any that had all the things we already have. (We would have had trouble dealing with the ice and snow up there, too, I think. And we couldn't manage by having two homes because of the horses.)
I think we would have tried to move back to Ohio if Dad had lived until we retired (or if there were grandchildren in the picture). But I know from having lived those five years in Cincinnati that living nearby doesn't necessarily mean you get to see everyone all that often. I really miss Wendy, but she spends so much time at her work and living her own life that I don't think it would make all that much difference if we were to live nearby. (Now if I could just convince HER to start a blog I'd feel a lot closer, knowing what's happening in her life. Wendy? Oh Wendy . . . ? )
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