Playing in Dirt.
Today was better than the last few have been.
After yesterday’s mad scramble to keep busy, I settled down some. I worked 5 horses, not including some time spent with Killarney in the wee hours too close to dawn for my liking. No one bucked me off or injured me in any way, so there is some modicum of success. Mirelle is actually making very steady progress, which leads me to believe that she will be ready to show and be competitive in the next month or so. She still is a young, very large and opinionated horse wont to throw temper tantrums from time to time. It is to be expected, but she is making an effort to understand what I am asking her and does her best to answer the questions that I pose. I love this honeymoon period…
The Lad made a somewhat surprising late morning call which was quite lovely. Upon ringing off and after a quick shower, I was on my way to develop my maternal instinct through interaction with small children at my friend Katrina’s.
Playing in the dirt with three charming little boys has its way of quieting my internal dialogue. The middle one, aged three, insisted that he wanted to come home and live with me. There is nothing as sweet as that kind of compliment from the mouth of a child that has reduced his vocabulary to the word no. He cried piteously when I left.
I returned home, did chores, returned several phone calls and was hoping to be off to dream land. Except that I am once again facing a bout of insomnia. It has been at least three weeks since I have gotten decent sleep. I even resorted to Tylenol PM last week, which left me feeling more comatose in the morning than lack of sleep does. I am not sure what to do from here, as per usual. Drugs don’t seem to be the answer. Meditation is not helping. Yoga earlier in the evening felt terrific and helped me to wind down, but sleep is a long way off.
I think I will shop for something argyle to elevate my mood. Hooray for online merchants.