We’re back to mind-numbingly boring walking. He’s fine. I can’t seem to stay well. If I could count, I’d tell you what day of the migraine I am on. But I can’t remember what comes after “1…2…uh…11? 15…?”
Luckily, at this point, it’s not the kind of migraine that makes you homicidal with pain. It’s the kind that makes the letters on the road signs look 3-D, and makes you hear only out of one ear. I’m seeing double images. It’s selective double vision. Just the letters look 3-D. The cow, the sign, the cars, they’re all normal.
Wait. This isn’t just cool, it’s groooovy. Is this what I missed in the 60’s? While all the normally 3-D stuff is still 3-D, all the flat stuff: signs, pictures, Jennifer Lopez’ stomach, now have dimension, and they shimmer.
Note to self: look for People magazine in line at grocery store. I know my pain will be significantly reduced if Jennifer Lopez’ stomach not only stuck out, but wiggled.
Hudson is about as safe as it gets, as long as you don’t flip his “Go” switch. Amazing that the nitrogen fueled horse is the one you can crawl on when you have a killer headache, and he’ll pack you around. Oh, he’s safe when his Go switch is flipped: the only lack of safety would come from a rider’s lack of ability to stick with him.
We have been riding a lot with the cute red-headed mare and her funny mom, Laurie. This makes Hudson very, very happy. It’s also made for very pleasant rides and easy conversations. We share childhood horse-wildness. I could try leaping from Hudson to Dinero in front of Laurie, and she wouldn’t bat an eye.
I found out Laurie’s been reading a blog about a gelding who is in love with a cute red-headed mare like hers. She said to me in the barn aisle, running a hand over his butt “Geeze, he’s like Jack LaLane…look at that muscle!” A tiny bell goes off, in the back of my brain, but it’s crowded out by pain neurons.
I think: how fun. I should ask her the name of the blog. Another blog with a talking horse in love with a red-headed mare. How likely is that?
You’re all way ahead of me, right?
Laurie has been reading this blog.
(Quick, someone offer her donuts! Maybe she’ll stay? You’ll like her: she’s warm and funny…)
PSA: (of dubious content and interest) I should be evened out by tomorrow. The side of my head that doesn’t feel like it’s going to explode, should be exploding right around 5 pm. I’m going to the dentist at 3, I figure the Novocaine will be wearing off right about then.
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