I recall my careening into my driveway, only to see my aged mother down with the horses. When I say with, I mean she was inside the coral “with” my Arabian mares and gelding. One nuzzle could knock her into smithereens.
So difficult not to be mad as a hatter in these situations. (Not to mention the trail of gay, straw and … across the patio and into my laundry room).
How could one not smile at this episode.
I recall my careening into my driveway, only to see my aged mother down with the horses. When I say with, I mean she was inside the coral “with” my Arabian mares and gelding. One nuzzle could knock her into smithereens.
So difficult not to be mad as a hatter in these situations. (Not to mention the trail of gay, straw and … across the patio and into my laundry room).
Oh the joy…..
LOL! It’s hard to walk the line of being protective but also allowing our elders to live their lives they way they want to!