Memories of the rider I was decades ago, galloping bareback, seat balanced in the bliss of ignorance. Thirty years later, there's a war between my mind's love of flying and my body's memory of falling. I just want to ride again without fear.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Pffft! Ack. Crikey.
I'm waiting for the third bad thing to happen. On Sunday my laptop died. RIP motherboard. On Tuesday the owner of the barn I was set to move Dar to at the end of the month called to tell me not to bring him.