A Note About This Blog

I used to be a writer. Unpublished, but a writer just the same. I have several 100,000 word novels sitting on my hard drive. Then I fell off a horse and got a concussion that scrambled my brains really good (yes, I was wearing a helmet.) After that forming a written sentence was very difficult for quite some time. It's still difficult, but at least now generally the sentence structure isn't egregiously flawed. Verbally and written wrong words pop in, I switch words around, and sometimes I make no sense at all. It isn't because I don't have knowledge of grammar and punctuation, but my brain simply can't do it sometimes. Reading this blog you're accepting that there's going to be things that look like typos or make no sense. It's not because I don't proofread, it's because my damaged brain doesn't see what's wrong. I try my best, but things will slip through. I don't need them pointed out, I know they're there, but if I continued to worry about them I wouldn't write at all. I didn't for quite some time. It's painful as a past master of words to use them so badly, but fortunately the words don't seem to mind.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Come on lady!

My PM feeding time is more based on sunlight than clock time. As such, I currently feed at around 4:30. Tonight, at 4, Banana planted herself at the end of the walk from the house and stood there, waiting for me.






She's not the first equine to do this. Penny used to stand at the bottom of the steps in the winter, waiting. It's not like there isn't food out there for them, but I know as soon as the grass gets less appetizing because Naners is excited about coming in for dinner, when in the summer it's almost impossible to convince her. With today's cruddy weather I guess I just wasn't fast enough :D


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