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Our word holiday is used in the rest of the world for vacation. Hilarious, isn’t it? I say this as I am slowly driving myself mad from trying to be wonder woman. Or else a distracted hamster. I am not young. I do know better. Yet…still… every year. Of course, I can also blame it on my workplace closing. In any case, I had a twenty minute workout this morning. Why? Because I COULD. NOT. FIND. MY. FLIPPING. PHONE.  After wasting an hour searching, I rushed off and got in what I could, all the time mourning the loss of my notes, calendar, phone numbers and audio book. Now, I had it that morning, I didn’t leave the house with it, so it was a bit of an overreaction. As I was driving to work, I was scolding myself for making my phone my security blanket instead of God. My husband came to my rescue, hours later, as he called it and heard it calling back to him, from the bedroom it had never left. *sigh*

stressed out person

I'm fine, really I am.

Now, why did I lose my phone? Could it be from the mental fog caused by insomnia? Could that be caused by cleaning fits at 10pm? Could that be caused by ridiculously worrying about impressing people who’ve been to my house, so can’t have too high of expectations? It is possible.

The worst part is, I know better. I do, I really do. Which leads me back to one of my favorite sayings, “knowing isn’t enough”. However, I will take this mornings ineptitude as a wake up call to take better care of myself. THIS DOES NOT INVOLVE LARGE QUANTITIES OF CARBOHYDRATES! Taking care of yourself means: making time for working out- it’s a great stress reliever and sleep aid. Taking time to pray. And not the kind of praying I did this morning- “God, pleaseletmefindit, please.PLEASE? Puhlease?” Not over scheduling. Taking time to unwind. Setting a deadline each day for work- don’t work after 6 or 7 pm. Eating well- not all the sugar that comes with the holidays. Learning the meaning of good enough. Remembering the whole point of getting together with friends and family is friends and family, not impressing them with your house. (Ha, like I could?)

Oh, What a Weekend!

The three amigos

trading horses is the best thing we could have done.

So we went horse camping for the weekend, with our friend Brenda. Two weeks ago, after a very “exciting” ride, Gary and I agreed to switch horses. As you can see, everyone is much happier. Romeo is as calm as can be under Gary, and Rufus can go from 0-60 in three seconds flat without scaring me. In fact, I am sooooo sore from riding so much, we trotted and cantered quite a bit. The poor horses are sleeping in the barn, their suppers barely touched.

Camping in general, and horse camping in particular teaches you many things.

  1. It teaches you to be grateful for indoor plumbing.
  2. To be extremely grateful for modern housing, electricity and hygiene.
  3. It teaches you proper respect for your ancestors, and what they lived with, and to wonder at their strength, resilience and ingenuity.
  4. You learn to focus on the immediate. Everything is more difficult, so you have to pay attention to what you are doing if you want to eat.
  5. You definitely learn to get along with others. You need each other in ways you don’t back home. That also means you learn to tolerate each other. Total strangers who’s dogs ticked you off have now caught your escaped horse. They are your new best friends. Even if you still are wary of their dogs.
  6. Gary on the inversion table.

    You'd better have a sense of humor if you put yourself in this position.

    You learn to laugh at yourself. When you are complaining about the dirt, the flies, the rain, the heat and the “neighbors”, that you know you did this for fun, and that you will do it again. The whole concept that something difficult and at times arduous can be fun is weird too. How much fun? Three days living in a space smaller than a prison cell, and like that cell, the bathroom is in the same room with you. Yippee!

  7. There is such a thing as too much love. Rufus and Spike had a love fest going on to the point we had to separate them. Rufus chewed Spikes halter right off. Luckily it was just unbuckled, but that was the first of three escape attempts this weekend.

What did you do/will you do for fun? Remember the ancient philosophy-“That which doesn’t kill you,…makes for a really funny story later.”


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