A friend just asked me to speak from my soul about my life. I can't. I think my soul is on vacation or something. It's too deep to think about it when I am so busy living. Know what I mean? Sometimes it is easier to spend some time reading other's thoughts, and that is what I have been doing. Hence, less blogs on my site but I thought I would mention this to see if anyone else has this sometimes.
I can talk up a storm about my life and all that has happened, but there is nothing soulful to share, or maybe there is in simply sharing something about my life. I think I have not shared anything yet because I don't think my life is all that interesting, or maybe I am testing the waters.
A week ago, my son called me on my cell while I was at the mall w/my daughter. He was bored and wanted to know what we were doing for dinner. I said, "call your father, he would love to go out." His father loves to eat out, me, I like a home cooked meal and kicking my feet up in my comfy chair. Two minutes later my cell rings again, it is my son again, he very calmly tells me, "Mom, all the horses (7) are out and are running around the driveway." I immediately start shaking and running out of the mall with my daughter at heel, screaming, "Mom, calm down you can't help him from here!" No, I knew that and that is why I sped all the way home. En route, I called three horsey friends,two of whom dropped what they were doing to drive over to my house and one who said, "I'm sorry, I would love to help but I am in the middle of getting a manicure." (can you believe?? & this was my best friend?) I call my husband, and I tell him to drop what he is doing and go home too. He calls my son instead, thank God for cell phones. By the time I pulled in the drive I see that my friends have pulled in and parked their trucks in the driveway to attempt a road escape. Not a horse in sight. My son (18) had single handedly corralled all seven horses. He explained his method...dashed to barn for bucket of grain, ran back and called them all by name according to who was closest. When they eye-balled the grain bucket five of them stampeded him back to the barn, the other two he had already corralled into the north paddock. As he sat telling the story later, adrenaline still shooting through his limbs, he told us he has never felt such a rush as having the herd galloping up and around him to return to the barn. The sound of the horses' hooves hitting the pavement was enough to shock. He also mentioned that we might want to call the neighbors whose back yard they were galloping around to apologize for all the divots. I decided to ignore that advice and hope they weren't home. I could always come by with some grass seed and stomp the divots in the dark one night. All in the holiday spirit. My son, my rock, is going off to college next year, what WILL I do without him? You can see, with all this living...that my soul may have taken a vacation without me.
, then they look at me funny! The nerve! They think I've lost it. After 20 years of falling trees, maybe they have a point. I personally think it is that blinking hood ornament we stick on the top...it's top heavy (We should all be so lucky). Well, I am not even going to go there, 'cause at my age it's not a very pretty sight, "what goes up, must come down" remember. I'll keep you posted.
