Sunday, October 3, 2010
The Cat Will Be Fine
I'm not particularly spontaneous. I lean toward planning and list-making, in my right brain sorta way. When will we leave? What's the best route? How long is the trip? What about the cat?
Worrisome questions, I know.
But today I looked at Claire and said, we're going horseback riding. "Now?" she said.
"As soon as we can," I said.
I called Eileen at Sugar Mountain.
She said, "How about two o'clock?"
I said, "That would be perfect."
Claire rode Hot Shot, a thirty-three year old Arabian. I rode Pepper, a lovely Morgan. And the beauty I'm standing next to is Wizard, a Tennessee Walker. Eileen rode Wizard.
It really was perfect, meandering through the woods on a sunny day, trotting up the gentle slope of trail. Claire kept turning & flashing me a big grin. It was so simple. And the cat was fine.
Word for the day: Spontaneity