Post by Rhedd on Mar 15, 2009 16:30:13 GMT -6
Sunday at around 5:30 p.m. :
I just got Manticore out of the trailer, but I left him in the hands of a very capable looking stable hand. He commented on how Mant looked like a very healthy specimen. It made my heart glow.
Mother said I wouldn't make it here, that I couldn't live alone with a horse and make it. Dad said I could do it, and I believe him. He came all the way over from France just to get a single job as a painter. He made it, so why can't I?
Well, it looks like my words are getting a little slurred together here on this page, and it looks positively lovely outside, so I might just shut this for awhile and take a tour around my wonderful new second-home.
Wherever Mant is, I am. And wherever I am, Manticore always seems to find me.
Mother said I wouldn't make it here, that I couldn't live alone with a horse and make it. Dad said I could do it, and I believe him. He came all the way over from France just to get a single job as a painter. He made it, so why can't I?
Well, it looks like my words are getting a little slurred together here on this page, and it looks positively lovely outside, so I might just shut this for awhile and take a tour around my wonderful new second-home.
Wherever Mant is, I am. And wherever I am, Manticore always seems to find me.