Updates a-go-go

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It’s been a while. I apologize. I wasn’t sure how to write this post because it’s been so long. Like that phone call to an old friend you know you need to/want to make, but you just don’t know how to begin. Like your fingers can’t manage to punch in the digits. How does that phone work again? Is this thing on?

Over on a friend’s Patreon, I posted some crazy talk to the effect of “It’s never too late, even if you’re on the off-ramp to the Pearly Gates and St. Peter is waving you to your parking space.”

Hindight reminds me, rather flintily, that sentence is the biggest bunch of horse manure I’ve ever shoveled. But it got me writing this post, didn’t it?

Life Happened

This summer, I had my second bunion surgery and couldn’t get around the house well. I finished writing my first novel enough to send it along on its editorial process. I’ve begun writing the second in the series, as well as the third.

Will our project cat is up walking, playing, and getting into trouble. He’s still on insulin, but his dosage is dropping. He’s still time- and money-consuming, but when he comes to me with that kitty smile and eyes full of love, it’s all worth it.

But we didn’t escape “the down” after all.

Kidney disease sent our senior cat Kaylee down the road of the long goodbye with eating less and less and wasting away. We put her to sleep in late September.

Cheddar is still a delight, but he’s shy. I’m supposed to be training him by tethering him to me with a harness and leash, a vet-recommended procedure. I think I’m having better results playing a long game. Or I’m kidding myself, like with that quip about the off-ramp to the Pearly Gates.

And I’m trying to regain my health and physical condition. I work out two days a week. For the third, I ride. Still a beginner lesson. I appreciate the adult supervision.

Faith Wavered

I also had a few crises of faith. I’ve always said “loving horses is not for the faint-of-heart.” Heck, love isn’t for the faint of heart.

I had airfare credits about to cancel so I made a last-minute research trip to an event I’d been curious about. The nicest way I can express what happened is that I have great material for conflict for my crime novels–and I still came home safe. Here’s another hint:

I worry that our differences are so big now that our love of horses can’t quite reach across the divide.

And don’t get me started on what all’s going on in horse racing.

I haven’t watched horse racing since Royal Ascot right after my surgery.

Weirder still? I can’t tell you the dates of the Breeders Cup. It’s in a couple of weeks, maybe? Around Halloween?

Had I been able to go to Saratoga this summer, I would’ve gone, but I couldn’t watch it on TV, partly for the same reason I had trouble watching the Derby preps at Keeneland. For good or ill now, Saratoga on TV gives me the “home” feels like watching racing at Keeneland does.

Also, for a final kvetch, I submitted this blog to a contest in which judges provide feedback. I was told my writing had personality and an engaged audience but the content was “all over the place.”

Well, shoot. That’s not a problem, that’s a feature.

Here’s the Sitch

I have some ideas for posts. They’ll always be all over the place. If an even somewhat peripherally horse-related topic intrigues me or tickles my fancy, I’ll probably write about it here.

So, seeya again, soon. I hope.

 

 

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2 Comments
  • Susie Blackmon
    October 17, 2019

    Great to read about the ‘goings on’ in your world. I’m envious of your life with the kitties, as I just cannot afford the vet bills anymore.

    I’ll be looking forward to your next ‘installment’ – – no mater what you write about, or when.

    • Rhonda Lane
      October 17, 2019

      Thank you, Susie! Always wonderful to hear from you!