I leave for Kansas City this afternoon, and won’t get in until late tonight. Anyway, I decided to grab one more chance to blog. The painting is finished in my room, and big, strong men are coming on Friday to set up my huge, luxurious new bedroom set, which looks like something the queen of England might sleep in, so perhaps my days of blogging from the side of my bathtub are almost at an end. (Yes, this cowgirl has a fancy side.)
After all my excitement about the horses coming home–they’re arriving while I’m on tour, the little stinkers. Their stalls are all ready, with fresh shavings, and hay has been ordered. When I get back, they’ll be here! How lovely it will be to come down the driveway and see them enjoying their big ten acres of wandering space. I can just picture them trailing along the inside of the fence–on his last visit, Dad said the place “looked like Kentucky”.
I miss him a lot. There are so many things I want to tell him. We shared an interest in American history, for example, and every time I come across something new in my Civil War research, I wish I could share it.
