My 90 year-old father passed away a couple weeks ago. I’m moving back to the Family Manse (instead of taking that rental on Fox Street) because my eldest sister has some health issues and cannot afford the place on her own.
This past weekend my horse, Drummer, was very ill with a terribly sour stomach. The vet also found a heart murmur which, since no other vet had mentioned before, might be specific to this incident.
So, because my living arrangements will now leave me a wee bit o’ change, and because it’s always one-step-forward two-steps-back for me, and just because, I’m giving myself a social membership for Christmas.
I’ve got my loppers, got my pruning saw, got my heavy rake: ready to volunteer for trail clean up.