Becoming a Whisperer

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If I use the term “horse whisperer,” who or what pops into your mind?

  • Buck Brannaman?
  • Monty Roberts and his book?
  • The Nicholas Sparks book?
  • Robert Redford movie made from Sparks’s book?
  • A different clinician?
  • The 19th century British Toadmen?

Well, it certainly isn’t me. I hope not. I’m more of an equine squeak toy.

Besides, my horse time has been curtailed. As in, like, BOOM. That’s it.

Many of you are in a similar same boat.

So, I’m making the best of things, if possible. I aspire, for the foreseeable future, to become an Instacart whisperer.

Just checking in

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How are you guys doing? 

The news is frightening, and I hear so many heartbreaking stories hitting too close to home.

The world is so vast, but we’re all sharing this experience.

And we’ve chosen none of this.

Many of our usual cultural and personal touchstones are off-limits now.

So here online and on the phone, I’ve been touching base with various local and not-so-local friends.  I want to know how you are. 

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.