Buck, Coco, Banjo and Skye are all snug at the new stables. Clint, their wonderful caretaker, fitted them for blankets, and they allowed him to put them on without a problem–something we had doubts about. Arizona horses, you see, do not know from blankets.
I miss my horse-babies terribly, and will be glad when we’re all on the same patch of ground again, but I know they’re warm, and I have added that to a long, long list of things to be grateful for, on this Thanksgiving Eve and every other day. They were also loved and taken care of on the family ranch.
Tomorrow, we’re having a turkey dinner, but it will be pretty informal. I’m spending the weekend in Las Vegas, meeting my daughter, Wendy, there for a little girl-talk, a Celine Dion concert, and some Wheel of Fortune! Wendy is a writer, too, but screenplays are her thing, and I expect she’ll be rich and famous one of these days, sooner rather than later. I’m so proud of her, I could burst.
May each and every one of you be blessed, as we give thanks, and always. May you remember that you can choose joy, and gratitude, and compassion. You can’t choose situations, but you CAN choose your interpretation of them. Look for creative ways to celebrate.
Until Monday, then.
