April 14, 2009

Thoughts.

Thought 1. Well, it's pretty clear that I'm not a natural born blogger. Given the fact that my first blog was in November and now 5 months later here's #2 pretty much says it all. There are multiple possibilities of why it took 5 months for #2, I'll let you decide which one(s) makes the most sense. a. I'm lazy. b. I'm busy. c. I have nothing to say. d. I can't decide what to say. e. all of the above. I could be wrong but it seems that successful bloggers are persons who are ready at a moment's notice to blog in their stream of consciousness, which doesn't appear to be me. In case, here's #2. Will there be a #3. Sure, maybe, possibly...

Thought 2.
If you're new to blogging and you wait 5 months before blogging a second time expect to have forgotten how to post a new blog. Obviously I did figure it out again but it took a lot of head scratching, starting with why didn't I make better notes.

Thought 3.
Spring.

Thought 4.
Spring. Get the picture?

Thought 5. Attachments and Saying Goodbye
If you didn't know the Mather family is in the horse business. Meaning, we have horses on our small farm, not that we buy and sell them for profit. In fact, I'm of the opinion that profit and horses are an oxymoron. Stalls, fencing, tack, water tanks, round pens, hay, ferrier , vets, shots. Add dollar signs before each of those items and you get the picture.

In the 5 years we have had horses we have had 4, along with a donkey and pony. And today is one of those mixed emotions day because we've said goodbye to Cedar and hello to a new horse who as of yet doesn't have a name, or at least one that we're going to use. But forgetting about the name for a moment, there's no getting around the fact that we often become incredibly attached to our pets. New horse is an 11 year paint who is "bomb proof," meaning anybody can get on him and he's cool about it. Cedar, and Breeze our other current resident, are decidedly not bomb proof. Great horses, destined to be bomb proof one day but not yet and probably not for several years. And since 2 barn residents is plenty Cedar had to go... but saying goodbye is... well, it ain't no fun.

I fully understand that in life we're constantly "moving on" and having to say goodbye but it can be hard, can't it. My family will tell you that down in the basement are a pair of hockey skates which when I bought them in 1492 were state of the art. You might guess they've seen their day but I suspect I'll skate in them to the pearly gates when the time comes. Now don't get me wrong, I don't feel that way about everything. Take golf balls for example. I don't go swimming when I send them into a lake but it's amazing the things we get attached to and how hard it is to say goodbye sometimes.

Thought 6.
Your turn. Besides family and friends what are you attached to and how is the saying goodbye thing for you?