I used to go horse riding as a teenager. We lived in the city and I begged my parents to let me have a horse, and I swore I would look after it. Fortunately, they said no because that would never have worked out I used to love horses though and I spent all my spare time at the stables, which were a half-hour bike ride away. But it's different when you chose to help muck out the stables when it suits you compared to having to do it because it's your horse, in the freezing cold or when it's raining.
I haven't been near a horse since then. I would probably be a bit scared of them now.
Great advice! As I reach the "mid-career" level of my life, I find myself thinking more and more about retirement and what planning I should do now to make sure that those later years are properly financed. But I'm honestly surprised at how many people my age don't have ANY retirement savings. Or much savings. Many of them are the result extenuating life circumstances (which no one can control), but there are quite a few who just "haven't gotten around to thinking about it" yet. That terrifies me because, as you said, starting earlier in life is the best way to ensure later success!
I had heard of Narcolepsy but I didn't really know what it meant, so I found this very informative! I can imagine that it must have been quite scary at times.
I was struck by your choice to compare dogs with horses. I love dogs, mostly the mutt variety. I've always thought they are the most down-to-earth animals. We always had a dog when I was growing up.
My wife is a cat person of the first magnitude. So for the past 12 years I've been getting to know a number of cats. Our one cat remaining has grown on me. My wife also loves horses. I wish her all the best ... but my horses remain on the television.
I guess it's the changes in life that makes us grow. And by the way, keep it up with the Blog Harbor prompts.
I'm not sure I have the bones to be a real poet. But I do enjoy dabbling with the many forms there are. Fourteen years ago I joined a group called Poetic Explorations. It no longer exists, but its purpose was to have members write a poem using a different form each week for 50 weeks. I actually made it through week 29 before life interruptus happened.
My efforts are in a folder called "Poetic Explorations" . I really enjoyed writing form poetry.
I'm a member of "The Poet's Place " , but haven't been as active as I might be.
In live in Utah where anything goes with the weather. Today it is snowing. Monday I was working out in my yard. So, my point
is that I am trying to keep spring in front of me and I do so by painting (my iris below). Along with my iris and want to share my
poem of My Color Blue:
My Color Blue
Bright, brilliant, royal and majestic
Paints, diamonds, jeans and the ocean
Skies, flowers, eggs in a robin's nest
Velvet sewed into a blue vest.
Bearded irises of blue dancing in the wind
Breath taking blue eyes passes you by
Paul Bunyan and his Babe the Blue Ox
Sapphires, one of many dazzling rocks.
Berries so blue they stain your teeth
Soft blue pastels for the wall in your den
Nude girl tattoo on a sailor's body
Some might consider it quite naughty.
Various hues, solids and translucent
Mood makers, mood breakers and
those wonderful blues songwriters
Even those poetic, aerobatic, Blue Angels jet fighters.
Seabreeze 5.9.15
I hope spring is happening for you wherever you are!
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