Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow. — Mary Anne Radmacher
Too bad this photo turned out blurry. Could have been a great photo of my hard drinking dog.
I’m not sure why she likes to sit like this. It doesn’t look comfortable to me.
I rode Luke today. According to my car, it was 11 degrees out. I felt pretty cold at the beginning of the ride, but both Luke and I warmed up after awhile and it was a good ride.
This is my homeless horse, or at least that’s what I call him in his patched up winter blanket that I believe I’ve had for at least 20 years. I had a nicer blanket on Luke but it was about 2 sizes too big.
Of course, when I approached the fence to take photos. everyone wanted their picture taken.
Yesterday, I only rode Luke for about 20 minutes because we were having a Christmas party at the stable and that’s about all the time I had before the party started.
I may not be happy about all the changes in my life, but I am so glad to have these new friends. I’m hoping our hostess with the mostess gets her photos e-mailed to us soon because I think there will be some good ones of our hula hoop contest. The person who spun the hoop around the most times won a candle, and let me tell you how lovely that candle smells. Who knew my hips still had those kinds of moves left in them?
After I got home from riding today, Java and I went for a walk by the river.
It’s been so cold that ice has formed, creating some interesting ice sculptures.
December 21st is winter solstice, the moon will be full, there’s supposed to be a lunar eclipse, and Ursids meteor shower too. An eventful evening to look forward to.
Oh, and what does my initial quote have to do with my blog post? Nothing really, just encouraging words for me and anyone else that’s feeling the need to know that tomorrow there’s another chance to try, try again.