While my sissy was here, we drank tons of tea. We'd go to Starbucks and get an Earl Grey Latte' and then later, while at the stable, we'd boil up some water in my handy dandy electric tea kettle and revive our original drinks.
There is something about tastes(smells and sounds) that can take you to a time of special memory. When you taste the thing you had while doing something wonderful, or hear the song, or smell some aroma ...you are TRANSPORTED to the time ere now.
I am having Tea NOW, as I write this...it feels comforting!
Yesterday...in the pouring rain, my sissy prepared herself to beat it back home to the coast. The mares were happily inside their stalls, during a down pouring day...we were busy loading the truck,trailer, trailer tack room-with ALL THE STUFF- my sister brought. She DOES NOT pack light! When we'd made some more tea for ourselves and done the deed of packing up all.....
I took My mare outside this time...to see what effect it would haver on her; to see Pantz loaded in the trailer.
Washashe stood in the rain...wondering and watching. She seemed to know, I would not be asking her to load after Pantz. Unfortunately, Pantz was surprised by Wa mare not getting inside after her. She began to paw and paw...making it a tearful time for the both of us sisters....knowing that the mares were so happy together.
Shutting the door, we hugged goodbye and watched them pull out of our driveway and begin the near 3 hour journey homeward.
I have to tell you all that THIS TIME...my siss did come over to my house and got on the internet. She pulled up the job opening listings for our area, in her field of work. It gave to me hope that she'd follow through this time.
Our Mom needs her here. Mom fell one day, while we were riding..twisted her ankle, and went down. She took her to the hospital and all was well, but she needed to stay off her ankle.
I normally do everything for mom and to have help would be great.
My mare was very inquisitive, watching her lead mare leave...she did not whinny, she did not pull at the rope...she just stood there with me, staring at them leaving....till finally, we lost sight.
I was blubbering and the mare was extra calm...returning to her dry stall. I decided to leave her in her open stall to run set up this day. She was satisfied with hay and I readied to leave for home...totally no-desire to ride.
I checked all the commons areas my sister had used, making sure nothing was left behind.....and as I walked through Pantz's stall to the paddock and back again...OH! It was like she was still there...her wet hoof print remained on the rubber mat!!!
Goodbye sweet Pantz mare.... until next time~ will love you and sis from afar
