Relative Something

I used to live in the suburbs. I don’t live there anymore. Now I live on a hill overlooking 20 acres of woods and pasture, surrounded by more woods and some farm fields. I used to live in a house with one cat, but I didn’t really want to have a cat in the house. Now I live with two cats, and reveal how fond of them I am by my feeble attempts to complain about them.

I successfully convinced my family that we shouldn’t have a dog in a place where it would always be on a leash and we would be required to pick up its excrement, not to mention that our lifestyle didn’t align with the time and availability demands of properly caring for such a pet. Now we are pondering getting two dogs. I still don’t see how we will be fitting that time requirement into our plans to be getting horses, while still working day-jobs, off-site.

Of course, the long-term plan is to grow into a system of generating income from Cyndie’s training and consulting expertise, using the horses as guides in lessons. I have no guess how long it will take to reach that goal, and even less of an idea how we will acquire and care for dogs and horses in preparation toward getting there.

Isn’t this a great adventure! If you had asked me 27-years ago, how I was going to raise two children, in the suburbs, while we both worked, and keep our marriage together, I wouldn’t have had a clue. But we did so, and are healthier and happier on the back side of that stage of our lives.

Imagine what we have in store for the next stage.