I wonder why they call calves doggies. They are far larger than doggies, and not near as smart. I can think of no more to say on the subject.

Overcast today, in town the snow has melted. I no longer, when driving, am peering around snow mounds. A good thing. That was dangerous. Equally as dangerous are cars and trucks that block the view of the street. They should have these areas designated as no parking areas.

I did well this winter, driving in snow. Most of the time I didn’t think about it. Snow covered roads don’t bother me, and I am less bothered by reduced visibility due to fog. What bothers me is heavy traffic. I can’t gauge distance very well. I also don’t like parking lots; although I am getting better at dealing with them – I figure out the best place to park, preferably in places where I don’t have to back out and can pull out.

Ryder

I don’t have the height advantage, so I don’t have as much visibility as those who are taller. Also, I have a hard time seeing on my far right, where the metal door panel is. Add to this, the mirror also cuts off my vision. I’ve nearly been nailed a few times, so I am very, very, very careful.

I wish we’d moved to a place where I might again be riding my bicycle. I tried, when we moved here, to remain bicycle dependent, but the fact that the places were too far distant from one another made bicycle riding overly difficult. I resumed driving, not because the bicycling was difficult, but because I had to see Raudi, who was then living across the river.

I figure that if you are motivated, you can accomplish just about anything. A lack of motivation is like a house without a foundation. It is going to collapse.

Raudi is here, and I can now see her any time I want. She’s 20 and going gray. Once again, I am asking, where did the time go? The other two, they race out of the pen and grab the hay that I’ve left for them in the hitching post area. Raudi doesn’t do this. She just eats the hay that I’ve put on the ground in the pen. I’d say this is an age thing, but the other day, when I rode her, she was eager to canter and nearly bolted.

I am hoping to soon spend more time with the horses. The fact that it now gets dark later is in our favor. Also, we do have more volunteers than previously.

Today was a good day. People and what they are thinking and what they might do, or not do, make me anxious at times. I keep telling myself that all that I’m doing is really good for me mentally. Previous to starting the BLBP, I was a home body and hardly spoke to anyone. Interaction with other human beings, I suppose, is a good thing.

Tonight, here, too many random thoughts.

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