Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Posts About Me 10

This is the tenth in a series of posts about me. I hope these help you decide my books are worth the read. I also hope they help save time for those who have no interest in my books. I know there's nothing more disappointing than expecting one kind of book and discovering what I'm reading isn't something I'm interested in reading. Not all books in a single genre are the same. Authors in the same genre are as different as football players on the same team and cupcake bakers. A lot of similarities but no two are alike.

I'm not a fan of exercise. I know I feel better if I do it, but that doesn't mean I like it. I choose walking because it's the easiest on the injured back and leg.

I've followed Rob Dubois since reading his book SEAL of Peace. In a FB post, he talked about the joy of gardening for him. He loves the dirt and sweat and hard work. He feels alive when he does it, completely connected. I commented that I don't feel that way about gardening, but I do about making bread from scratch. No bread machine. I love the process, especially the kneading.

There's something else. Working with horses. I owned one for five years. Every single morning, for five years, I groomed and grained him. I went out on Saturday night to clean his stall so I didn't need to do it Sunday morning. I cleaned his stall every morning, except Sunday. The work was dirty and sweaty, and I loved it. He had a number of health problems, and at 23 I had to put him down. It's been 14 years. I still miss him.

My Younger Brother, SiL, and nieces invited me out to meet the horses they lease. YB picked me up and we met SiL and one niece out there.

The first stop had eight horses, three mamas, three babies, and two geldings. The babies ranged in age from a month to three months. Adorable! I pet all of them, but the babies loved having their rumps scratched, the unreachable itchy spot. My niece invited me to help her groom one of the geldings. Gorgeous animal. I hadn't forgotten how soothing it was for me, but it was so wonderful to revel in it again.

The next stop was letting a few horses out and cleaning stalls. Yes, I enjoy cleaning stalls. There's something about the rhythmic sifting of bedding and ending up with ending up with a tidy stall. My back reminded me I hadn't done it in a while, but it wasn't bad.

I came home sweaty, filthy, and happy. It was a wonderful evening.

This is not my horse, but my sister found a free picture for me of my dream horse:


  1. It's great to find something physical that brings you joy. You're inspiring. I don't like exercise, either, but I walk every day. It's something!

    1. Walking is my "if I have to" exercise. :-) I actually do enjoy it, but I prefer it in the woods or on the beach.