Bon Voyage

 Of course the PEM hits hardest on Day 2, but today’s gonna be ruff, my friends! While yesterday I was bragging that Twoie is so much easier on this ol’ carcass than Baraquinator, this morning I am sore “from nose to toes” - I feel like one of those unfortunate souls who have been beaten & left for dead… But I’ve taken my ibuprofen, it’ll start kicking in soon - I’ll steam myself in the shower & get moving on this fine  Monday morning. (Even P slept in this morning, he said he was “a little bit tired”)

But I gave dear Twoie a rubdown & once again, he is fantastic! - no soreness, no swelling, bright-eyed & bushy-tailed as he dug into his breakfast. Now it’s Decision Time - to haul off to Mississippi & tilt at my next windmill, or take it easy on myself by doing something closer to home? The thought even crossed my mind that I could take advantage of my upcoming 4-day weekend by doing something non-horse related like a quick beach trip…

Of course my trail riding friends are talking about their own upcoming plans as we gave JR his “Bon Voyage barbecue” last night at my friend Susie’s house. While we were in a festive mood (I don’t think we have had any official non-riding gatherings since last fall?), in many ways it had somber undertones. JR of course was looking forward to the future - talking about the mules he would buy & breed as he settles into his brother’s ranch. His estranged wife Carla showed up with their two young adult sons, Carla‘s niece & her three young kids who had a great time splashing in the pool. To me, it looked like Judas’s kiss when they embraced & settled down to socialize, but perhaps I’m just jealous over my own bitter divorce. (However, Tony commented also that it was an odd & awkward situation/presentation)

I was also bitter because the other Carla basically brushed me off & seemed to be avoiding me also - she & her husband sold JR‘s wife the piece of property on which she has built her barndominium, so maybe it is a soft “choosing of the sides”?  I own my feelings; even though it seems very middle-schoolish, I thought Carla Prime was “my” friend!?!

Time to get to work!!!