Most hated thing in my life? Falling off my horse. I HATE THAT! Haven't done in it some years, until this afternoon. In front of witnesses. Grrrr! By the time my butt hit the ground, he was stopped. He never left my side because I had a death grip on the reins. Consequently, my left hand has rope burns on three fingers, my palm and thumb.
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The trials and errors of building a working horse farm from scratch after turning 50, with a smattering of horse-keeping tips.
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- Breaking away from our urban lifestyle, finally living the dream! Not everyone shares this dream, but you can have what you wish as long as you never lose sight of the goal. When the economy tanked, we took advantage of the housing bust and the chance of a lifetime. It is not easy, but when you have an opportunity to attain your dream, don't think twice. I started this blog to keep track of our projects, because, well, you know. The memory is the first to go, right? People thought I was nuts getting a green 3-year old when I turned 50. Now closer to 60 than 50, we're not looking back. No one thought this was a good idea, either, but I was not looking for approval, was just reporting the news. If not now, when?
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