Motherwise Cracks

I actually read a book for entertainment. I read and write for work so reading for pure pleasure is a rarity for me these days. The book was a murder mystery by Mary Higgins Clark.

When I was a kid, I wanted a horse more than anything. I loved horses and dreamed that one day I would have one like Black Beauty, my favorite story. Then I grew up and bought 17 acres with a barn with a stall for a horse already in it and decided to raise pigs. Not very romantic ending to a life-long dream, but they provided us with some nice meals and a bit of extra cash. I won’t tell you about my uncle’s request when we butchered them as he needed the ingredients for headcheese because it’s very gross, and it’s good material  for another post.  One can’t give it all up at once! (That’s what I tell my girls, anyway.)

But back to my love for horses that was rekindled this vacation when my sister-in-law lent me her book “No Place Like Home” by Mary Higgins Clark that revolves around horses and horseback riding. In it, some couples share a love of horses and riding at a very exclusive riding club that started us discussing an equestrian cupid dating service that her friend was thinking of joining.  I guess it’s a site where horse lovers can find each other. (I wonder if you get to say “yeah” or “neigh” to a possible date? ) I am pretty skeptical but she insisted that this was a great place for like-minded singles to find each other and they would be sure that they would have at least something in common, and it has FREE sign-ups. That free part would get my attention if I were single, loved horses and was looking for a companion with two legs.

Well, the book was very good and I coudn’t put it down and it kind of made me want to take a riding lesson, which I mentioned to the family. Then my kids reminded me that I gagged the whole time I walked through the horse barn at the county fair last year. Those kids sure know how to bring a person back to reality, but two can play at that game. I reminded them that this happens to me when I walk by their bedrooms. I just got snorts.

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“Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.” ~Groucho Marx

P.S. I would think the same could be said of a horse.