Thanks to the Canadian Wrangler, I haven’t had to feed the horses for a while–I could concentrate on writing and travel, etc. That’s changed, since the Trail Boss, Mary Ann, took sick during a visit up north, and she’s confined to a hospital bed. Of course Larry and Jenni headed up to look after her ASAP, so I’m a barn goddess again.
Naturally, I wish the circumstances were different, but hard work and horse energy are always good things, earthy and healing.
Wendy and Jeremy were supposed to head for home yesterday–Wendy, as you know, suffered a wicked kidney infection, from which she is, thank heaven, mostly recovered–but they generously stayed on to make sure I’d be okay. Nephew Bo is around to help with the pets in the two other homes on the property.
We’re all awaiting word on Mary Ann, and praying like crazy. She’s emotionally and physically exhausted, and we’re sure hoping rest will be the cure. I can’t help worrying, because Mary Ann is not just the housekeeper and the trail boss on the Triple L, she’s my first cousin. We’ve literally known each other all our lives, and we’re as close as sisters. That hard-headed woman works too hard and cares too much, and there’s no persuading her to take it easy.
I’d appreciate it if you’d send up a few words, too.
I’ll be taking Sadie out to the trainer’s for her exercise today, and writing in between. When you’re a cowgirl, you just push up your sleeves and do what needs doing. There’s no other option, after all–especially when there’s a herd of critters looking to you for tending.
Thanks for listening. It means a lot, knowing you’re out there.
