Doxy Day 4... will I ever ride my horse again?

Today is going to be a beautiful day. Sunny, breezy, everything we've been waiting for since June. I've had enough coffee this morning to write today's whine-entry...oops I mean blog entry before I go back to bed. My kayak and bicycle sit forlornly out on the porch wondering why they never get to do anything fun anymore. And my horse! Poor Jacque. He never gets to leave the barn anymore. He hasn't had the thrills and chills of dodging bikes and baby carriages on the rail trail for so long. No run-ins with randomly-placed caution tape to spook him. No wandering canines to freak him out, no motorcycles on the road to send him into a panicked gallop along Springtown road. Oh, the lonely life of a lyme-sufferer's horse.

In truth this is the best time he's had. Just playing with his buddies in the pasture with no pain in the ass rider bothering him, yanking a girth around his belly, bossing him around and making him do treacherous things like walk across the wooden bridge over the Wallkill where dangerous aligators (kayaks) lurk! Well, do I have news for Jacque! My friend Nicole has agreed to ride him for me occasionally for the next couple weeks while my body and brain repair. Hah! And she's more of a real horse girl than I so I bet she'll be able to kick his ass much better than I can. We all could use a friend to kick our horses' ass when we cannot. She won't be so brainless as to put his saddle on backwards like I did last time I tried to ride. Sorry Jacque. She won't be too spaced out to realize two other horses are escaping from the pasture when she goes to get him for a ride.

Yesterday I forgot about my accupuncture appointment until it was halfway over but the blessed Katie the needle poker let me come in late. She managed to puncture me into a blissful nap where I escaped my lyme crankiness and constant irritable spaciness for a good hour. She warned me I would probably be pretty spaced-out after the treatment. She was right. I left her office in a state of bliss, like I'd just gotten some kind of narcotic. It was wonderful. She even forgave me for forgetting my checkbook. I will pay her next week for two sessions when I arrive ON TIME. I am highly motivated to experience my endorphins again.

Today I will accomplish the following. Vaccum the living room, nap, take Nicole to meet my horse at the barn, nap, prepare the banking I have been putting off for two months, nap, nap, and then go watch a movie at Samuel's house. I will try to watch the movie, not nap. Then it will be day five the next morning. Will I feel better yet? Will I be able to go to the feed store to buy canned food for the cats because they're so freaking sick of dry food? Will I be able to make my house slightly presentable in anticipation of my sister's visit on Monday? Will I be able to fold my laundry? Put it away? Remember where it goes?