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Everything’s Changed

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The rule of law seems to be melting into meaninglessness right before our eyes. When insider trading is happening out in the open, in the highest government office, it sends a pretty blatant message to the rest of us. I’m so happy to be on an expedition avoiding sights or sounds of HeWho (as in “He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named”).

Every day that I give ZERO attention to awful people who feed on attention is a day when my power wins the battle.

In our herd of horses, the role of muddiest mare has changed from the usual pair of either Mix or Light to Mia this week.

Mia displays a trait of flicking her head with a feigned biting gesture to ward off unwanted contact. It is very easy to read and respect when she is not feeling touchy-feely. If I approach her with kind words and a gentle hand, giving her time to sniff me and judge my intentions, she may not feel threatened, but she will usually still give that little biting-the-air motion as a proactive protection/personal space preservation.

I usually tell her that it’s not necessary, but I don’t take offense. The other day, she approached me as I was doing my usual housekeeping chores in the paddock. She came very close, so I stopped what I was doing and let her do all the sniffing she wanted. I was happy to have her initiate such intimate contact.

Then she made her little nipping toward me move, which triggered a quick response of objection from me.

“Uh uh. Not this time, girl. You approached me! Don’t be bitin’ in my general direction in this situation.”

You know what else has changed for me? Every time I see something about Canada, I experience a deep disappointment over being a citizen of the U.S. of A.

Disrespecting our good neighbor to the north really didn’t need to happen. If HeWho and his minions weren’t such (expletive deleted), that relationship could have been preserved.

At this point, I don’t see how we will ever be able to regain the goodwill we had before.

I guess not everything has changed. I’ve been told that a certain group of people still blame Biden for anything that is going wrong today. And, you know, Hillary’s email.

I wish there was a way to make America intelligent again. Not that it ever was to a degree we liked to pretend, but at least this current tide of idiocracy didn’t always have unobstructed access to the controls other than in the movies.

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April 11, 2025 at 6:00 am

Ice Out

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When we arrived to feed the horses yesterday afternoon, I spotted Mia covered in soaking wet black slop. It appears she had just been swimming in Paddock Lake. The ice hadn’t even completely melted yet! Just two mornings ago, I spotted a couple of pigeons skating on the frozen surface.

Maybe the weight of the birds started cracking the ice up in advance of Mia’s arrival.

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On another topic, on Saturday night, Cyndie and I dipped our toes back into the real world by viewing a current live episode of SNL, despite knowing it would likely involve mention of he whom I wish to avoid at all times. Besides the cold open skit mocking the behaviors in the disrespectful meeting with President Zelenskyy, the Weekend Update news section included a short clip of the real meeting.

The only reason I am bringing this up is because I was alerted to a petition collecting signatures on an open letter of apology to the Ukrainian President expressing the embarrassment of American citizens for (my words:) [the actions of the weaklings who behave like schoolboy bullies]. If you are embarrassed as well, I invite you to join me and add your name to the tens of thousands of others who already have signed:

To President Zelenskyy, From Embarrassed Americans

I want nothing as much as I want to be recognized as an American who has no association whatsoever with the current (so-called) leaders of our country.

Heck, as long as I’m on the subject, I would like to apologize to Canada for anything and everything related to the same thuggish buffoons aforementioned.

It is a really great time to be on an expedition into the wilderness without constant contact with the real world.

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Written by johnwhays

March 3, 2025 at 7:00 am

Love Is

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LOVE is: Letting your horse get as muddy as she wants and not fussing about it.

It appears that Mia was engaged in a little horseplay in the dregs of the shrinking Paddock Lake.

LOVE is: Holding the feed bucket for your horse when she is too jittery to stand over her station when the wind suddenly kicks up and the pigeons react en masse in a racket of slapping wings

Cyndie held a bucket for Mia, and I walked one over to Mix this morning when they were too unsure to return to their regular feed stations. Of course, I ended up with the slowest eater of the herd.

Doing something as tedious as holding a bucket for an awkward amount of time is made a lot less awkward by the energizing warmth of love.

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November 16, 2024 at 11:08 am