This was posted by a FB friend/fellow aged endurance rider who's got about a decade on me..."Hello, pain, my old friend!" -
Monday, September 22, 2025
Points Well Taken
Silence is Golden
These moments - lounging around drinking coffee & watching the dogs complete their morning naps - are priceless. Kind of fortuitous that I have so many tabs open on this iPad: I pulled up one “Blogger” tab that had an entry from last year, when we were getting ready to go pick up my aunt’s old blue couch!
https://endurovetssparkjourney.blogspot.com/2024/08/the-buzzards-roost.html
“Every day, in every way, I’m getting better & better!” [10 pts for the movie reference]
At least the worst of that horrible, crushing financial pressure is behind me - even though yes, I’ve still got back taxes to be paid. Peran made the rather abrupt & unilateral decision to go visit his brother in Phoenix this week (he left yesterday morning) - while I know I’m not Tristan‘s favorite person, it was my hazy plan to visit his ex-wife & her family, but obviously now I’ll just make my own arrangements. The state veterinary conference in Fort Worth is next weekend - I told P “If you didn’t want me to come, you could’ve just said so!” to which he had no reply. Nevertheless, I crawled into bed beside him yesterday morning for a few moments of “togetherness” - I could smell the residue of the alcohol he drank Friday night that he had sweated out. That explains some of his weight regain - even though by outward appearances he is as hard-core as ever, it is obvious he has rebounded almost to where he was initially…
I’ve got no room to criticize, as I remain stuck around my 190-lb plateau. I went over Saturday morning to pick up my friend JR‘s mule Katie & her little burro companion, Mr T. It was a very somber occasion: JR is returning to his native Brazil next month, estranged from his wife & recently diagnosed w/Parkinson’s. He needs to return to a country with universal healthcare as he is several years away from getting any Medicare benefits.
And while I’m glad Tony went with me to help in the round up: loading up & unloading many things that JR gave me - horse feed, buckets & grooming supplies, training aids etc. - however, a little bit of dear Tony goes a long way! He walked out yesterday morning for our ride dressed all in black as if he were channeling Johnny Cash, then whaddaya know? Complained bitterly about the heat when we still had over an hour to get back to the trailer - chugged down 4 water bottles but remained an unhappy camper until we got settled back in the AC. (Tony had expressed an interest in riding Kate, but I told him she needed more time to settle in)
Friday, September 19, 2025
Rest of the Story
Insofar as my previous entry sounds like the whining of a petulant toddler, I will continue “writing it out” before deciding if there’s anything worth mailing to A…
Our last family outing must’ve been in 2006 - the Trenberths convened in PHX, where A & T were visiting her family. This was the disastrous Easter visit - granted P & I were already dealing with some tensions - but P laid his hands on 8-yr old Z, yet failed to apologize after tempers had cooled; we separated for a few weeks but (obviously) reconciled. I will have to ask Z if he has any memories of it (yet another thing for Mom to apologize over)?!? In my mind this incident was like a chain reaction; as I recall A & T’s separation & eventual divorce occurred the following year.
ANYWAY, I’ve already mentioned my cardinal sin (in Trenberth eyes), which was giving A funds to hire a good attorney when T was blowing his stack & threatening kidnapping charges when A returned to PHX. It seems so strange - here we have my parents’ 69-yr marriage, P’s folks 50-yr one, yet amongst the offspring we have my high-conflict 1st marriage & divorce, followed by tenuous 2nd union w/P. The only enduring relationship was middle brother Ken’s (RIP) 35-yr common-law marriage to Kate?!? (If I’m going to be mailing out letters, I need to mail one to Kate see how she’s holding up as we approach the 2nd anniversary of dear Ken‘s death)
So what I send may turn out to be a cheery “thinking of you” card, with regrets that once again I did not make it out to PHX to visit (A has happily remarried & has a 10-yr old 3rd daughter whom I’ve never met In Real Life; Auntie Val has had to content herself w/the occasional care package!)
Wednesday, September 17, 2025
The Truth Shall Set You Free**
(I’m going to type this up as a blog entry & then decide whether I will actually mail the letter - of course y’all need some of the history!)
** yep, I know it’s “my truth” - putting things down in writing is therapeutic to me, & I’ve appreciated insight & feedback from my former sister-in-law if I DO decide to mail the letter!
Peran’s baby brother T (10 yrs younger, that’d make him 49 now) married a nice Hispanic girl from Phoenix shortly after P & I tied the knot in ‘02 (they had “met” & courted online). I had an ominous feeling when T uprooted A to start their married life in the UK (T had initially emigrated to PHX with Yours Truly serving as his sponsor, but wasn't satisfied with the career opportunities he'd found) - I suspected A wouldn’t be happy being so far removed from her family. She returned to PHX with their young daughter when she was pregnant with their 2nd. T has never forgiven me for giving her money for an attorney - it caused conflict between Peran & I also, but I will always presumptively side with the mother unless there is other evidence of neglect or abuse!
Dear A:
It looks as though you and the girls are well - it’s great seeing all your photos on social media at least! I had high hopes of coordinating a visit, as P was talking about coming out to visit T - however he just announced he is flying out next Sunday (the 21st) & will be staying for a week, which overlaps with my state veterinary conference, my big “team-building event” I’ve taken my staff to for the past several years.
Oh well, there’s another opportunity lost! How foolish of me to imagine that husband & wife might work in tandem towards our common goals; but unfortunately these days P & I seem more like amiable roommates... Things are not-so-amiable when he does things that actively undermine me, however! IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO COME TO PHOENIX WITH YOU JUST SAY SO!!!
Now I will need to hire a pet-sitter when I leave for the conference - even though I "could" burn up the highway driving back & forth?!? but that would kinda negate the $200/night hotel room...
Tuesday, September 16, 2025
Miscalculating
The sorrow will hit me at the oddest times: I will realize no, I can’t pick up the phone & call Charles to tell him about a funny incident, or complain about my life because he’s dead! And yet my life continues to ratchet along like a clackety ol’ freight train - multiple ones churn by my clinic each day, it never slows down.
It feels as if my life is very constrained these days: my time & energy are limited; I seem to be struggling with increasing shortness of breath. More & more it seems like the effort of loading up to go riding is not worth the physical or financial costs and that’s a bad sign for me, “personally” - I know many people (many of whom are members of my trail riding group - while we might have 170'ish members "on paper", in truth we have a core group of maybe 20 riders who Get Out There on a regular basis) for whom their horses are just pasture ornament/pets & while it’s true I’ve got several crippled retirees (I’m looking at you Kizzy, Scarlett, & Moonie!), I adhere to the philosophy that horses do need a job! I got TwoFace registered with AERC, & felt a mild tremor of anticipation - looking at his (at this point) blank record, hoping to fill it up with good memories as he follows in the footsteps of the incomparable Quigley.
Last weekend I gave more of my time & energy away as I drove out to another NATRC ride to serve as an apprentice judge. While it was great to see my “other half” friends & everyone was very thankful/appreciative, it was a lot to ask! I miscalculated the distance by not studying the maps well enough - the ranch was just outside of Abilene, about a 3.5 hr haul by the backroads even though it's only 160 mi away! I took Baraq because I had promised him a road trip with Mommy but did not ride after all - when I had a couple of hours of unstructured time late Saturday afternoon, I was actually preparing to saddle up to go check out the beautiful trails but then Zach called so I sat down to talk to him - I’ll never pass up an opportunity to interact with my boy.
Elaine called it "Wayfarer Out West" for a reason, it was a beautiful isolated ranch adjacent to a National Guard outpost; one of my conspiracy-minded friends was commenting on all of the "chemtrails"... We did have a few moments of drama Saturday evening, when a helicopter gunship made several flyovers of our camp! (I'll try to post a photo - while I didn't yank out my phone, another friend got a few good "action shots") Fortunately none of the horses seemed bothered. But "it's always something" as we had one escapee Sat nigh, then another lady's gelding suffered a mild tying-up episode Sunday morning - which thankfully occurred in camp so she didn't get stuck out on trail.