Slowly Shedding a Lot of the Stuff of Soh-Sigh-Uh-Tee...

And getting back to where I wanted to be. Each day has its chores. Each day a fresh part of who I was, and what I was pokes up its head.

*My ponies just out the door greet me each morning*

The small things... when your horses whicker to you when you step out at sunrise to toss them a flake of hay...

When you glance up and see your spurs hangin' on the wall when you come in the door from driving posts or moving panels...

or your hat hanging on a hook as you take your coffee in the morning...

The small things... that add a comfortable feeling to each day...

The days fall into a good and proper routine. Feed the horses. Do some work on putting this winter camp together...

Haul the load of water as it's needed...

I have but a small tank now. It'll do.

Hopefully, over the winter I can find a way to arrange a water trailer with a larger tank. That'll free up the truck from holding the water (which gets in the way sometimes when I need to haul feed or some such)

 Met a new neighbor a few days ago... just before a storm come a whuppin' in...

Little guy. not a whole lot bigger than a quarter. If he survives one day he'll be a dinner plate sized desert wanderer. ;)

So far we've got cottontail, Jack rabbits, Hawks and Owls. Quail, White tail deer, Javelina, coyotes and rats and gophers.

I know there are cougar around. and of course... Horses. :)

Yeah... a storm came and went. Not much really. rained a bit. Blew a lot. In some spots it snowed!

Got chilly at night. Down around 28 or so. Nice thing about "here" is... that's 'bout as tough as it gets. ;) and then the storm passes on by and heads for lands east...

Moved the pens to what I believe will be the permanent location and separated the colts... because Cora... the Buckskin, is proving to be a bit of a Hell Bitch... she's good with me, but she's a lil' bossy with CJ.

Bossy to the point she was kicking and threatening to grant me another vet bill, so now, they've got separate pens...

*Horseman's Winter Camp*

Slowly getting to work, working them. It's time to truly get "Back to Horse".

Part of that is working to put down the electronics...and... the drain of "social networks"... which are ANYTHING BUT social. I am working (And it's fearfully difficult) to abandon and ignore the news of declining human soh-sigh-uh-tee. It's a cancer on the soul that has its claws buried deep.

But, each day with Horses in this desert, the muscles to push away the insanity of humanity grows stronger... and its grip grows weaker...

My horses are waiting... and work on cleaning out the back of the trailer to get started on the next book...

- Brian