I'm going to start today to record on a daily basis whatever happens to strike my fancy. So, it is a very cool breezy day. I just posted 5 short book reviews to The Monthly Reading Challenge. I'm suppose to put away some winter wood today from the woodpile outside but I'm playing hookey from work to write so starting this blog will get done.
I'm having a daily fight with a flock of English Sparrows that are trying to take over my barn. They are making a terrible mess so they have to go. I have destroyed several nests so far they don't leave but they get out of the barn when I am around. I'm just starting the fight so I guess I don't know how far I have to go to discourage them.
I'm trying not to spread myself to thin on WDC because I find so many things that are interesting here and I am trying to work on a new story. I really enjoy sitting at my desk with a cup of tea and reading blogs on WDC.
It's hard for me to pick a favorite, too, but I also like and remember Robert Frost's "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening." That's the one I decided to memorize to recite to the class back in grade school. It still often pops in my mind. I think it's the easy rhythm and rhyme and the great description so well woven in. The only favorite book I remember is from way back also, "The Little Airplane." Maybe these are because I'm still a kid, even though seven decades later.
my phone does it all but I am constantly frustrated with the amount of text messages I received during the election and now with Christmas approaching. I'm spending too much time blocking numbers and reporting them as spam.
I don't know. I think a lot. I have time to think almost any time of the day. I've spent a lot of time over the years emptying thoughts because they are not relevant to whatever present I might be in. Guess I need to think about this question some more.
Mentors: I've probably had several. Certainly, one I will always remember is a riding instructor. She knew a great deal about horses. She also knew many people on the show circuit that we used. We moved our horses into the stable that she was managing. She taught me the proper riding gear I needed. I had one lesson per day. I was riding a very green horse, which she helped me bring along at a proper pace for the horses age and experience. She taught me a great deal about training horses. Her approach to animals was with kindness and patience. I looked her up on Facebook several years ago and found out she was deceased. A certain loss to the horse world.
Mentors are very needed as people grow, live and learn.
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