As much as I love to travel, I agree with Dorothy–there’s no place like home. The dogs met me with exuberant delight–Sadie got so excited she had to run and stick her head under the mattress in her dog bed! Bernice is sticking to my heels like a wad of gum.
There are clouds out over the draw, and it looks like we’re in for a drencher. The horses may or may not return to their stalls–word is they didn’t even go in during a thunder and lightning storm while I was away! We just leave their stall doors open and let them roam, since they love all that pasture. It does my heart good every time I look out there and see them. I plan to ride April soon, and might change her name to Cherokee. They say it’s good sometimes for an animal to get a new name along with a new home. Fresh start, and all that.
There’s still a little fairy dust hanging in the air, after all that glamor and fuss in Dallas. Yeehaw! That was some ride!
Work to do around here, and a trip to the dentist this afternoon. Right before I left for RWA, I was munching on some taffy, a gift from my brother Jerry, along with finding April for me and delivering her, no less. Anyhow, off came one of my crowns. Fortunately, my dentist worked me in and took stop-gap measures. (Play on words deliberate.) Today, he’ll glue the repaired crown back into place.
Oh, the glamorous life of a writer!
