As I draped myself, exhausted, over my chair-and-a-half (it's not easy to drape over one-quarter of a CAAH - the rest of it belongs to the Boyz), I thought - and not for the first time - how another weekend whizzed by full of work. And more work. And some more work. And there wasn't any fun in there. Of course, the doelings are fun, although they are not speaking to me at the moment. It was wormer/vaccine/drench time and they were so very unhappy about the shots. Honestly, it's just like kids. Hey! No kidding! Hey! I did it again! (I'll stop now.)
They were so happy to see me (Kay was my left and right hand) until they found there was a needle involved. They screamed bloody murder. It was deafening. Chickie was not too bad and even Sage gave up and submitted without too much hub-bub. This may be because I finally put collars on them. I know. I am a very slow learner.
Back to my original line of thinking. Fun. I know I've had this conversation before and somehow, the importance of fun always gets lost in the shuffle of my daily life. I do - mostly - enjoy what I do. I love the garden; I love the animals; I love the hard, physical labor. But it's not enough. I've tried going solo to movies. Meh. I've tried going solo to art exhibits. Meh-ish. I've tried Tai Chi. My complete lack of focus makes it frustrating. So, what to do?
Horseback riding lessons! I was, as most tween-age girls, completely horse-crazy. I still am, but I have learned that if you don't have the money or the acreage, you are just plain crazy to have one. While I was driving along a route that I don't often take this morning, I saw a brand-spankin-new riding stable! Right nearby! Time to dust off my cowgirl boots and see if I can find a nifty cowgirl shirt with fancy stitching and pearl snaps!