3:15 pm
the view from my window
and i’m sitting here in my housecoat
or it’s half on, half off
as it’s hot in here
and i’m letting my bathwater cool off
before i get in

jack and dawna came over last night
it’s hope-inspiring to see them
married over 20 years
still holding hands, smooching in each other’s direction

farmbeau called home after supper last night
to ask me to phone and invite them over
jack was home, dawna still at work
and she had told him not to worry about making supper
that she would come up with something when she got home

i said you are pretty lucky to have her
he said oh i know
then added
any man who is loved by a woman
is lucky

we laughed
but i thought it was sweet
and that he appreciates her

i joked
don’t tell farmbeau,
he might expect the same from me

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They see me, and come over.
The Big Belgian stands right in front of me so the others can’t get my attention.
Her hooves are the size of my head. Her head is the size of my body!
Well okay, I might be exaggerating a little. But just a little.

After loving her up some, I step around to the other side of her. I am singing and humming one of Minstrel’s new songs, and this is how the horses look at me:

Not so much different expressions on their faces than on Barney’s when I am making up songs and yodelling and singing opera.

I love this:

just click on the horses