Wednesday, June 29, 2011
It has been amazing to see her go through the last act of horse "parenthood" - making the decision to end his journey now that he is feeling pain. My friend talks softly to him, cleans his stall lovingly, and feeds him all the things he loves as the days trickle down to tomorrow, his last day. To me, it is in their silence, when standing together, that they say volumes to one another, as they prepare to say goodbye. As we talked and shed a tear or two together recently, she said, "Just due to a horses' mere size, they have such a presence in your life. And when they accept you, and offer you their love, that size breaks your heart, in a way."
This is for Heather, and Midnight, and to a relationship I was blessed to see, and won't forget, ever.
"Somewhere" by Stanley Harrison
Somewhere in time's own space
there must be some sweet pastured place
where creeks sing on and tall trees grow,
some paradise where horses go.
For by the love that guides my pen,
I know great horses live again.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Sometimes, when texting, I write "LOL," and I'm not laughing out loud; not at all. What's worse, I'm probably not even chuckling, or giggling, even. It's probably deadly quiet; just me and my cell phone. I am probably either 1) maybe grinning, 2) having a shocked or surprised face, depending on what you told me, or 3) already distracted, but writing "LOL" anyway. I know; it's a deception, and I'm not feeling great about that.
Am I alone, or are others out there pretending to be laughing out loud when reading texts, too? And what does that say about us, people? C'mon!
Sunday, June 19, 2011
It went down like this at the Reillys' - we had about twenty or so people over, some of them kids, who were so excited that they ran around like lunatics screaming "Bruins! Bruins!" and slamming down way too much soda.
The adults were edgy; this one was just ...for all the marbles. It was just too big!!!! We were about to explode!
We all gathered around the tv, the way we did as little kids for the first man on the moon, the difference being that this time people were taking pictures of plays and players on our big-screen and "mobile-uploading" them right on to facebook.
My husband and many of the guys went into the other room, one of my sons included - we were "talking too much" - the girls, that is. That's how we handle stress; we jibber-jabber!
Well, when the Bruins won, it was a freakshow - chest-bumping, beer-swilling, shouts of joy (and that's just the women.) Then, three friends and I jumped into the car and drove straight to Modell's - a tee-shirt shop in Medford, MA. There we stood in line for an hour and a half with all the Bruins gear we could scrape up; it was like the running of the Brides at Filene's basement. The atmosphere was sheer, joyous chaos.
Bruins, we can never thank you enough for all the thrills and chills of this run for the cup; we were with you winning or losing (although winning is easier for us, blood-pressure-wise.) Thank you for a time I will never forget!!!
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Like every relationship, Nello and I are getting to know each other. Extrememly reasonable and easy-going by nature (him, I'm talking about), there are still fears to explore - and conquer.
Our first trail ride alone taught me many things - at the barn, a person is a person, but out on the trail, a person is a potential threat, in Nello's mind. So, we are working on de-sensitizing him of that - a new friend and I trailed together, and with another horse accepting everything we met on the trail - dogs, people, very fast-moving ground animals like chipmunks - Nello relaxed and enjoyed the ride.
He is also the consummate social butterfly. If he were a person, he would be the affable neighbor cutting his lawn mower engine off just to say hello. When his stall door is open (because I am picking up his ginormous poops, somewhere behind him), his head is way out, and he is visiting with people, horses, whoever. He has learned the barn schedule, and has joined the chours of stomps and whinnys when the grain wheelbarrow enters the barn. Two birds built a nest in his stall, up in the corner, and he listens to them chatter with complete indifference as they take turns sitting on their eggs.
I have discovered muscles I never knew I had - because they hurt so bad. But this is good, hard work - lifting things, dragging things, shovelling things. And the riding is exhausting but exhilarating (for me, he would probably roll his eyes), as we circle the riding ring or hit the trail.
In your late fourties, something happens. It can be a time of GREAT restlessness. Some look at their partner and say, "I just can't ride the rest of this trail with you - there has to be more for me out there in the world." Some get a fast car, and try to outrun age. And some, like me, look at what their dreams are, and if they are more attainable than maybe they thought. And, they begin to work it out. They perhaps drive to New Hampshire and pick up a horse that was once in a terrible carriage accident, and bring him back to Massachusetts to try to love him and give him a great final chapter. They consider hard work and mistakes and just a hint of danger to be the antidote to Father Time.
That would be me. Let's hope I live through it!