And the sound of a barn or stable full of horses munching on a treat of corn is music to the ears.
And I came to hear that music in a cold barn in Nebraska one January day with the temperature outside near zero and horses' breath showing even inside what was a pretty tight barn, with the alfalfa hay in the loft above serving as insulation. Hay I had helped put up there.
Although I've been a Texan longer than I was a Nebraskan, I must say the Texas is not the only place Where the Old West was. Even us Cornhuskers, outside of Omaha anyway, appreciate the smell of horses and leather tack. (our horses were for driving not for riding, mostly anyway) I like horses, but they can be stubborn and contrary beasts... Sort of like some people we know and love.
Since I'm TDY, and the meeting/happy hour lasted until 9Pm local, I'm kinda late tonight. But I hope you had a good day, and will have a better one tommorrow.
Just keep thinking about those horses, and of course all the FRiends who are thinking about you and praying for your fast recovery.
I have been in many discussions debates cuss fight arguments with horse owners who think, "The Horse Whisperer", is a true story, and horses are God's gift to mankind second only to salvation.
I don't go there anymore.
Today and tomorrow are my completely off days. All the tests and scans are run.
Friday they'll immobilize the tumor with an angiogram precedure, and block off it's blood supply so it will begin to die.
The surgery day to remove the tumor and broken femur has been set tentatively for Monday the 13th.
Thank you, dear friends, for your support and prayer.
I'm going into this thing with God's peace surrounding me.
I have no fear. God's shield is protecting me.
God bless you all.