2011-11-21

Blind Luck



Jill thought the Jazz Festival was a nice place to meet a person.  And the trend for home-health-care gave her hope too...  She was certainly concerned about the lack of long term health care, elder abuse and the drunk and difficult to move being assualted by police.  Their conversation was stimulating and she liked to garner his opinion on things.  Which side of the park debate did her date fall on, anyway, preservation or enjoyment?

She was proud of herself for her proactive effort at honesty, versus withholding knowledge, including self-awareness, and even in the face of discomfort.  He took the information, about her relationship status/intentions all in stride.  Although he did laugh out loud.

Roomie isn't a cougar is she? Jill's mind did still sometimes wander.

"I need to know exactly where you are taking him" said the owner's mother, who was responsible for the horse Jill was riding these days.  They'd twisted off the third shoe, wretchedly, in as many weeks.  He was loving their rides and the horse was happy and healthy otherwise, but of course Mom couldn't recognize that part...

Jill couldn't really answer because she had been taking him exactly, over every inch of the entire 40 acres of deep snow on the property, over and over and over.  He loved it!  She loved it! "We've just been following Jet's hoofprints." she answered, and lost the ride.

It wasn't til her next visit to the stable she realized the black pony didn't wear shoes!

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