Life goes, and goes....and goes.

Life goes on. Yay! Though I am growing very tired of not being able to do the things I love, I see and learn to love the things I before took for advantage. Such simple things like a good book, to more complex things like life, love and the mystery of life. I now see more fully how lovely these things are. How much I long to show the rest of the world happiness, and how much I want to take the pain from underserving (of pain) people.

I love the sound of a cello. Its hum can take my thoughts, good or bad, far away. It allows me to escape from the pressures of life. Even if only for a short time, I am grateful for the break that lovely sound sometimes offers. I should learn how to play...

When I see the horses, out in the pasture, being horses I cannot resist going out to join them. His ears prick up as I call his name into the wind for him. He trots to me with his head up, seemingly searching for the apple I always try to hide (though his nose always finds). His warm, soft and smelling of grass breath brushes my face and I feel at peace with the world. I love that...

Well, take care all and please keep in touch. I miss y'all.

-Aidan

Happy Thanksgiving!

NOT AGAIN!!

hiya ppl,

once again I have fallen and twisted my ankle. Left (again) legiments(sp?) (again) snapped in half...that's gunna be 12+weeksof no riding, no martial arts, nothing but sitting around all day watching life pass me by....stupid cast and....ouch......OY!

-Aidan

Day after Halloween

There has not been a Halloween in CO that has not been nasty. It lives still, last night was very bad weather. There is a foot or more of snow on the ground, it snows still and it is very windy. I finally let the horses out of their stalls and they were running, well trying to run at least. In some spots the snow is too high to walk through, and that is the first place Flag went. Then the silly horse stuck his head as far as he could in the snow, “hey where is the grass…?”

Rosie broke through the feed room door and ate a bunch of feed and hay. She is not sick, but, ugh, stupid mare… She went through the floor, though luckily she is not hurt either.

Faith is trying to hold in all her, uh, business… She is too chicken to go out in the snow, but hey, she might get lost. A lot of the roads are closed, and it took my father an hour and a half to get to work (normally only thirty minutes or so.) It is going to take some getting used to, this weather.

The fence is going well, considering we can only work on it on the weekends. We are going to put (at first only in the front, which is what we are working on right now.) pipe and a vinyl cable up.

Other than that my life is just as it always is, or was. Remember it is not the in-between the matters, it is what we make of it in the end.

-Aidan