Shocked You

The top 2 pictures I took this late this morning, again from the safety of my back porch. It is windy, rainy, a chilly 65 degrees. We did not have any severe weather, much to my relief! But, the winds howled last night, they were strong. I woke up wide awake before 4 am....I am so lucky to have insomnia, not really. About 2 seconds after the storms hit with the rain, I heard the old guy galloping up to the safety of his stall. Where, he has been ever since!

My mother-in-law (bless her, she is the sweetest person!) sent the boys a bunch of candy and goodies home. Inside the sack of goodies was a bag of these Sponge Bob gummy candies shaped like, Krabbie Patties, I guess. I am the only one here that is eating them. They really arent that great, but not too bad if your starving. Its what I had for breakfast, now I am having some for lunch. I am happy that Wee One seems to be feeling more like his old self. He still looks sickly but his appetite is good today, and his Toddler Terror antics are back to near normal. His latest thing to do is run up to you, touch your arm or some exposed skin on your body, the say "zzzzzzzzzzzzztttt, shocked you!" He hates getting shocked but thinks its funny at the same time.

Someone I know was killed in a car accident yesterday. It happened on the same exact highway Wee One and I travelled part of the way home from Tulsa on yesterday. We were driving just a few hours earlier. The guy that was killed was someone I know, we used to be sorta friends thru mutual friends at one time. He made some notsogood choices but lately I heard he was working and making his life better. He is a father and I know he has family who will miss him. A tragic reminder how quickly things can change.

The Horses in My Dream

In my sleep, I hear the galloping of hooves

It seems a hundred thousand horses run

Across the prairie in my mind as I sleep

Those painted ponies kick and rear in fun

In my sleep, I hear the screaming of the stallion

As he paws at the dreamy turf of moonlight

He leaps and races ahead of the tumbling herd

As they ride to the edge of this phantom night

Ivy Schex

I enjoyed this poem. I dream of horses very often.....big suprise there, huh? Anyhow, I was suprised someone else does too...atleast someone else who is an adult!

One day while I was at one of my horsey websites I read faithfully, I happened to click on a link of poetry. After reading, then going to more sites that I do not remember, I stumbled upon Ivy Schex. I really like her poetry. Schex writes about horses, which is something I can easily understand and relate to.