Eak, what a week. I told you all about the loveliness I was experiencing, so here's what's going on at the barn. A 15 year old quarter horse, beautiful eventing horse, had a stroke and had to be put down. The most adorable little two year old morgan, with the best disposition, developed navicular disease and he's going to the vet on tomorrow for an MRI in order to determine whether he's sound enough to be able to be a pasture ornament for a few years or if he's going to have to be put down then and there.
Then there's my about to deliver any minute neice/summer daughter, Laura, whe developed bad kidney stones and had to be rushed to the ER.
This whole mess has me in an organizing frenzy, the likes of which I haven't been in since Hurricane Isabelle. When all hell breaks loose, I get a wonderful calm from organizing my earrings and makeup brushes, cleaning out my horses's brushes and other doo dads, and taking my car to the autospa.
I'm going to leave you with a happy picture of Leslie and her horse Grace.
I do the same thing! When my life spins out of control, I can always find my place by reorganizing and cleaning MY part of it. Very theraputic! You'd think that my house would be spotless- it's not.
ReplyDeleteHello, neither is mine. I'm a clutterbug, big time. It's nice to know I'm not alone.
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