Having lost my “religion”, it’s time to focus on regaining my Zen. I wish I had some big honking epiphany to share with you, but I don’t. It feels as though I’ve been asleep, ala Rip Van Winkle, and just now am starting to wake up again. So while I clear the cobwebs, here’s a quick update.
The battle with the tourist spot was won – farm management is now in new and much more capable hands.
My “old man”, Tuck, passed away. I’ll write about it later, because even though my heart is still broken, he left this world on his own stubborn terms, and it’s a damn good story. There are a couple of new additions of the canine and feline persuasion, and the three red-legged devil horses are fat and sassy.
Me, I’m just fat, but I can see sassy from where I’m standing. Talk to you all soon.