Day 58 CJSM

Day 58

 

The hours of riding---

New Hanover, Dixon’s, Ritter’s, Avalon,

Kraus, Baskin, back to Avalon, Devinwood.

That’s just the grandkids, not including all

the hours we rode before they came along!

 

So? When? (If?) I get to those “Pearly gates” and St. Peter asks, “And, what Son, did you do with the generous time and ample space which was granted to you?” What Truth! might I say!?

With focused respect which I seldom allowed any fellow earthly creature, save, on very rare occasions when I encountered a “saint” or even, an “angel”, I shall reply with pointed polite preciseness, ”Practiced Christian generosity through Charity laced with Love! Sir!” All stated with confident conclusion that I have spoken “Truth!’ when it might really matter.

And, the confession of a synopsis of my life in so few words does, in fact, state my case. I can only hope that the great saint is listening with a forgiving and redemptive ear. I pray!

We spent a lifetime making life simple and excitingly adventurous for those around us and for the children entrusted to our card. If I had a dollar for every hour we invested with love in our dear progeny---Well!...I might actually finally get out of debt! But, no complaints; I enjoyed it.

The “horse” is my favorite animal; like a good friend---forever. (They smell good, too!)

I often confess that I think I may have been born a hundred and twenty years too late; 1820-on might have better suited my personality of the enviable Independent-Individual; I had no say!

Certainly, I have no legitimate complaints; my “attitude” sees me through, pretty much.

I do not take things, especially, myself, very seriously; my importance is: negligible.

I live “simple”, “honest” “humor”, “humble” and “truth”! Easy enough for me---Perfect!

I humbly offer “everything” I do, as small an item even as, breathing and sleeping. I try my best to be polite in manner and action; always make “me” the butt of any joke; blame only me. I am forgiving but suffer the evil sin transgression of having a sharp and very long memory though I have, mostly, managed to be non-retrobutional, if that’s a word. I am not God; just a sinner!

Horses play an important role in our time and space; we all ride and genuinely love the equines. If you think a cat or big dog is a great pet, give the fabulous horse a try. Magnificent!

Our girls and grandkids ride like the wind and each would “rodeo” the wild terror of a tornado to a standstill---if…only Bapa could figure out how to tack up the swirling recalcitrant. Yahoo!

“So? St. Peter! I spent time in space seeking awesome events living their adventure. Always!”

I wouldn’t have it any other way---nor…with any greater pool of compadres! Guilty! Lord!

Happiness is not a goal to strive for; it is a Peace to conclude! And, I surely have! Thank you!

 

C’est la vie! Mon Amie! I love life! Amen!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar “equine” Sweet memories!