Thursday, November 17, 2005
Getting off my high horse
As a boy, I loved horses. This is a photo of my brother Dan (back) and I on a horse at my Uncle Jim's home in the country in Idaho. I think it was the only time I ever actually rode a horse as a kid. I may be leaving out a few pony rides at car dealers, but I think this was the only time.
It wasn't until years later that I got on a horse again. For awhile, everytime I'd go on a cruise, I'd sign up for the horseback riding adventure. I've ridden horses in Cozemel, Belize, Hawaii and Cabo San Lucas. Below is a photo of me riding Poppy in Belize.
I've kind of given up on the horseback riding adventures these days. I've come to the conclusion that it probably isn't fair to the horse to compensate for my overendulgence at the buffet line on a cruise.
But I still like horses. I think that my niece, who lives in Boise, inherited her love of horses from me. My niece is probably the only person I've ever known who said they were going to save their money to buy a horse and actually did. She is 13. Tell me that isn't amazing.
Of course, I'm not sure how my brother Dan feels about it. I think that shot of us as kids was probably the only time he had ever been on a horse, too. Now his daughter owns one. Fortunately for him, the horse doesn't live in his backyard. Contrary to popular belief, not everyone in Idaho lives on a farm. My brother is a teacher and lives in a suburb of Boise (a redundant statement...all of Boise is a vast, sprawling suburb). Meredith's horse is boarded at a stable.
I kind of take this as a sign that Meredith will very likely be a very successful person. I remember wanting a horse and settling for a gunea pig. This fits into a pattern I seem to have of lowering the bar.
I guess all of this is a roundabout way of me feeling sheepish about my blog yesterday about my fellow bloggers not updating their blogs and realizing that I'm not always the most consistent person when it comes to blogging on a daily basis. I rarely blog on weekends. But, hey, do what I say, not what I do.
So I stand before you humbled.
But at least it prompted Lights in the Wake to write about his sex life.
Posted by Time at 7:49 AM