Debaucle

I wrote and mailed thank you notes to two friends that my sister and I have in common. She wants to write these notes, so I asked the post office to hold delivery. The thank you letters have not arrived to the post office yet, perhaps tomorrow. I had a terrible night, tears running down my face most of the dark hours. I was searching my brain, trying to think of someone I could use as a sounding board. I decided that I would stop at the branch flower shop and talk with my friend, the store manager, after my riding lesson. The lesson was difficult as I was on a new horse and he limps. My arms flew all over, my toes would not stay in the stirrup. I finally get it all together by the end of the lesson. I tried to buy a saddle, but it would fit the horse. I will put that idea on hold for now. I just wanted my own to save prep time as I have to roll the leather on the stirrup and it took my teacher and me four times to get it right. Rebecca and her horse Annaliese and Roberta and her horse Ciarra have appointments for their horses to be seen by a horse chiropractor. I will be using school horses, no desire to own my own horse. I had hoped that I would be cantering by now because I wanted to compete in test C next year. I am afraid that I will get lower scores and not place if I do the same tests next summer. I entered the store the same time as a customer (dressed in riding breeches and tee shirt). The customer wanted two pin on corsages. The branch manager suffers from arthritis, so I made them for the customer. After the customer left, the branch manager and I talked. She mentioned that everyone grieves differently, that some people feel guilty, that some people treat family closest to them the worst. I don't know, but I have certainly been treated badly by people that have low frustration levels. I make mistakes but do everything I can to make it right, such as driving to my post office and then to the post office where my friends live. Husband and I had dinner with my dad today. He and my sister had spent 12 hours at the doctor's office yesterday so that he could have an iron infusion. He enjoyed the visit, talking about his collection and golf. It warded off the loneliness for awhile. The picture is my friend, Aroo. I give him carrots and apples every Tuesday. Nothing like soft warm fur coats to chase grief away.