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Rated: E · Book · Biographical · #973799
My lessons with Flossie, a roan Standardbred mare
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#707766 added October 5, 2010 at 6:58pm
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No 255th Lesson
NO 255th LESSON

Today should have been Flossie’s 255th Lesson, and could have been, but I decided not to ride her today. I awoke to a bright and sparkly environment; a gem of a morning. Perfect riding weather. Even the track was in great shape. Normally I would have been beside myself with joy. However, my heart was so heavy I couldn’t even give Flossier her carrots. Instead, I gave them to Des to hand out to the horses for me. I found out Flossie will be living two hours away from Brisbane; much too far for me to travel regularly. That shoots my plan to ride her in exchange for giving Charlotte riding lessons.

Des said he’s getting another saddle horse in and Norm thought he meant just for me. I told Des if he ever gets into a situation again where he has a saddle horse to ride, to think of me. He said he’ll definitely keep in touch with me. That gave me hope. On the other hand, he’s still contemplating a move to the Gold Coast to be near his daughter. It all depends upon the colt he’s starting out now. I'm thinking I should contemplate searching elsewhere for my next mount.

Des told me to never get bent all out of shape over a horse because there’ll always be another one. Wise words. Why didn't my heart think of that?

Bambi is already gone to her new home. I noticed that first off. Flossie was standing all alone under the trees in her favorite spot. It used to be Bambi’s favorite spot, too, so her absence was obvious. I didn’t even go up to Flossie, so I never touched her or spoke with her. I had said it and done it all last week. I really didn’t want to open up that kettle of fish again, it took too long to get over my last ride. I just watched her from a distance as we pulled in and when we left, I whispered very softly to myself through my tears, “Goodbye, Li’l’ Floss.”





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