This was as close as the stallion would come when I stopped to talk to him today while walking around the perimeter of the farmyard. I have promised the poor lad I'd get him out of that corral, where he's been alone for two years now, but so far I've had no success motivating his owner to move him to green pasture and the company of other horses.

My friend Clever is visiting from Calgary and has just called from her mother's. She is coming out with her brother this evening. I am in the middle of making supper for Scott and me, and washing today's dishes. He's out doing his chores — feeding and watering cattle, putting into the barn the cows that already have newborn calves or are expected to give birth any day. The men hauled bales today and are all tired already, but there is no rest for the wicked. The beasts (the cattle, I mean; this time) must be taken care of.

In my CBC newsletter today: Benazir Bhutto has been assassinated. I am disappointed in the world.

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