I looked carefully at the pen this morning. We have been so judicious in cleaning up that it looks like a white sheet of paper. Well, it’s not quite that pristine, but it’s close. There are orphans that were buried in the snow, they are now surfacing. We could not get it all.
The good news is that Pete said that he will take the tractor up to the playground of higher learning and push some of the snow back, so this way I’ll be able to again resume agility.
The agility that I did with the horses was very good training. They all stay with me and move in the directions that I want them to go in. Tyra, of course, is reluctant when I go to put her in the smaller pen so that she can eat her breakfast alone. I can’t say that I blame her – it must feel good to be able to roam at will around the property.
I, of course, am torn in having to go to work or should I say, having to go to volunteer. I do treat my role as executive director of the Bright Lights Book Project like it’s a paying job with benefits, but it is not. I think that others just take what I do for granted. Either that or they think that because I’m the founder that my getting paid is unimportant.
It’s gotten to the point in which much of what I do is simply routine, and I am extremely efficient. The other volunteers also know what to do and how to do it, so this is making my job easier. I should now have more time to spend with the horses.
I felt crappy on Tuesday, but yesterday and today felt better. The essential oils may actually be wiping out my dental bacterial infection.
Saints be praised!
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