Guess I’ll climb back up on the horse

How I’d love to climb up on a real horse and not just the figurative one of my blog.  And as luck would have it, here in my new home, still in the western half of the U.S. but not on the west coast, there is a park relatively nearby where one can rent and ride horses, during the right seasons of course.  As serendipity would also have it, today at my relatively new job at the local thriftstore, one of my customers purchased some cool cowboy boots.  Now I’m not generally a fan of cowboy boots, but these ones weren’t the shiny, flashy especially pointy ones.  The leather had a more matte than shiny finish, without being suede.  They, of course, were not brand new, but would suit this customer’s purposes just fine as she planned to wear them to ride her horse.  She’s my age or older and when i mentioned that I used to ride a bit and really loved it and would like to maybe ride again, she just smiled warmly.  So those boots of hers and her kind of encouraging response got me thinking again about getting up on a real horse maybe sometime during this year of 2014

Then there’s this blog horse that I’m finally getting back up on tonite 18 days into 2014…  In the midst of my move I misplaced my password and went thru some hoops to finally get back into my blog.  I’ve thought a number of times over the past months of things that struck me as good subject matter for a blogpost.  So finally I have my accessibilty reestablished…..will make it much easier to get those thoughts developed into something a bit more substantial.

Yet another horse I’ll be climbing back on this year is the school horse. On the last three days of this month I’ll be taking a three-day all day class towards my certification to become an addictions counselor.  Plus I got back up on the full-time work horse almost three months ago when I started my job at the ARC thrift store.  I realized, not long after starting to work there, that the whole cashier thing is something I really thought cool as a child. So, although this job is nothing special, turns out I am fulfilling one of my career dreams from my childhood.  It doesnt’ pay a living wage, but thanks to a unique situation I, newly divorced, my daughter and our pooch, are living in a house owned by a family member, paying minimum rent but taking care of it while she has to be in another part of the country.  Between the job and the living situation I am in a decent position for getting this school thing addressed in a reasonably timely fashion.

So it’s been an incredibly busy6-8 months.  I have made a lot of the changes of which I spoke initially in earlier blogposts and, contrary to my fears about leaving the lush northwest, I am finding that I really love this new place I and my daughter and our dog have landed.  There are wonderful parks all over where my dog and I take walks, and abundant sunshine, something I hadn’t realized I’d missed as much as I had until we got out from under the cloud cover as we traveled east.  Even better my daughter, a ninth grader in her first year of highschool is THRIVING!  She’s doing well academically and socially and still doing her art.  I think the more abundant sunshine is having a very positive influence on her as well.

So here it is:  My first blogpost in at least six months and the first one in the new year.

Stay tuned for further developments….

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Random, alliterative, stream of consciousness gratitudes…

Saw this song posted on a friend’s facebook page….goes perfect with this post….

Thursday September 27, 2012I am grateful for:

Fog, ferns, finches, fragile and delicate spider webs woven between two tall stalks of wheat-type grass…

Flora and fauna, Fall(the season) fall(ing in love)

Freakishly furry felines;  furry, friendly pups and their friendly people;

Friendliness, friends, friendship

The letter “F”…letters in general, Language!

Love…of family, of friends, for/of my lover; of life in general;

Legs that work and work wonderfully well and get me up and out and walking through the fog then through, later, the lifting fog and the beautiful, blue sky behind and beneath it;

Frog-song, bird-song,  songs, songs made up of sounds, simple songs, sophisticated ones, symphonies…

Soup, silliness, sleep in a warm, comfy, cozy bed and that surge of something that gets me up out of that bed and sends me out the door and on that walk…through the fog…