Out with the Old

As the days wind down 2011 to a new year, I’ve taken the time to reflect what is important in my life– the goals I’ve accomplished, those I wish to pursue, what I want to achieve, and how I’m going to obtain them. Change is inevitable. Change is good. Change is coming.

It is no secret that scuba diving has become a passion. So has photography plus the new excitement of joining the two. Add HD video.

Blue spotted sting ray - Philippines

Splendid Toadfish - found only around Cozumel

Jimmy Buffet’s song proclaims my situation: “With these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes, Nothing remains quite the same…” My focus has shifted to moving and other artistic pursuits, so I will be leaving RWA and my beloved RWI.


Fear Factor is Back

The reality TV junkie that I am, I was happy Fear Factor was back on. For those who don’t watch, it is gross–no, really gross. The contestants have to push through ‘fears’ in order to compete for money. They do things I wouldn’t do no matter how much money is offered. But I did use the principle when I first started dirt track racing.

Then I started thinking about what other fears I’ve pushed through. Flooding my mask while learning scuba. Swimming without said mask in black out conditions–this was a big one for me as cutting off sight makes me extremely claustrophobic! Go figure that one.

Fear of success.

Slow As

One of my favorite movies this time of year is A CHRISTMAS CAROL. As most of you know, Charles Dickens wrote the story. I happen to have the story–novelette– and almost all the movie versions. The one I prefer is the 1938, probably because we saw it every year in school as well as at home.

A game played at Fred’s house was Simile. My sister and I would occasionally play, and we do now.We tend to make up obtuse references instead of clichés.

Here are a few: Slow as the check-out line at Wal-Mart on Black Friday.

Creaky as my joints on a winter morning. Most houses are warmer than mine as Don delights in keeping the house between 60 – 65.

Frosty as my smile when I’m really really ticked off.

Happy as . . .

A Love Story

Several months ago, I made a hard decision to donate all four of my horses to an equine therapy group. For the first time in 28 years, I didn’t own a horse. A week later, three of them returned. Saturday, my beloved Gambler returned. The drought that has plagued us here in Texas ended the therapy program.

In a strange way, I’m happy.  If you’ve never owned a pet you might not understand the connection. I delivered Gambler–reached shoulder deep into his mama and pulled him out. I cleaned him, doctored him, helped him find his mother’s teet. For sixteen years, he’s been with me, except for the last few months and the year he raced. We share a history that has crossed two states and other things.

The man who returned him, an old horse trainer, said Gambler began nickering when he crossed the first bridge where our property starts. When Gambler saw me, he whickered–a loud-body shaking-from the hooves up-whinny then surged toward me. He stuck his nose in my chest, then chuffed on me. I didn’t care I had horse snot all over my shirt. I wanted to cry with joy.

However, not everyone was delighted to see him as I was. Sue was a total bitch–as a spurned woman would be. She turned her butt then kicked at him. 🙂 The man said that Gambler had been the horse he could pen with any other horse. I’d never thought Gambler as laid-back.

I watched enthralled as Gambler ran the pasture with his head high, neck arched worthy of any stallion, mane flowing and his tail flagged. Clots of earth flew from his hooves. His snorts came to me on the wind. I didn’t want to speak, or share the moment, or be distracted with company.  Yet, I  had to.

The man related what a wonderful horse I had. Gambler had been a favorite. The children in wheelchairs were rolled up to him where he stood statue still while the kids curry combed him. His head hung relaxed, his body loose, as he enjoyed the attention. Or when teaching children and autistic adults how to feed treats to a horse, he would gently use only his lips to lift.

Gambler had settled to graze on the verdant winter rye. Our pasture is now complete.  My horse has come home, back where he belongs.


Catch Up

I hate playing catch-up. That’s what happens to me after every trip, even if it is a single day. Since I’m one of those who doesn’t like change, I’m disoriented. Not so surprising for those who know me well.

But I needed this trip to Cozumel. I needed to get away to a magical place where I didn’t have to do more than eat, sleep, and play. I needed to be surrounded by people who love me, who make me laugh, who understand me. I needed to see new things, old things, and to dive.

Have my emotional batteries been recharged? Yes, and no. I come back to chaos, disorder, and that damn catch-up! 



Wants Vs Needs

What is a necessity for you as a writer? What do you have to have? For me, it is some way to record my thoughts. Right now that means a computer of some type, although I’ve used pen and paper. And as strange as it sounds, some type of background noise. Music is my favorite–kids screaming is not.

What is a want? I want a Kindle or iPad but the fact that I don’t have either doesn’t keep me from writing.  🙂  I would like Dragon Speak but don’t want to take the time to program. I also want a nice beach house with The Donald as full time cabana boy. 😉  Yeah, that would give me plenty of inspiration.