Relative Something

It took some time, but there is now a “Sold” placard added to our realty sign in the yard, bringing some formality to our status. It is official.

Each day that goes by, in which I don’t take on some task related to preparation for our move, feels like a lost opportunity. Luckily, last night I was able to take advantage of the big work that Cyndie has been doing in our library. She went through most of the books on the shelves and sorted them into keepers and giveaways. I invited friend, Gary, over for dinner and we urged him to help us out by taking some books home with him. Mission accomplished.

Gary and I got to hear some of Cyndie’s latest stories of connecting with horses. She has been taking some lessons in dressage at a stable that is new to her. Yesterday she took advantage of an opportunity to spend some time making first contact with a few of the many horses at this place. Turns out, there were plenty of interested talkers.

Should I be suspicious about the one that wanted to come home with her? Especially when the owner wandered by and mentioned the horse was for sale?

At the rate things are going, we could end up with a horse before we even have the farm.