The Outside of a Horse

Today started innocently enough. Chirpy, the resident psycho Cardinal, woke me up by attacking my window. Some people have quaint chirping bird alarm clocks - I have Chirpy. I got up, fed the dogs, fed the cats, fed the birds, fed myself, fed the sheep, fed the horses, opened the coop door and watched the Adventure Chickens race down to the creek. Everyone was excited to start the day.

I came in, fired up my new computer, had trouble with the touch pad. Again. I decided to call technical support. Again. I spent 1 hour 29 minutes on the phone with them. They decided that at this point they needed to do a “system recovery” and promised that other than taking some time, it was no big deal and would completely fix all my computer problems. Don’t ever fall for this. I am still trying to recover from the “recovery”, the end is still nowhere in sight and some things are gone for good.

After getting off the phone with them for a second time, of which 27 minutes was spent on hold before I even got to talk to a person, I realized that I had allowed them to waste my entire day. It was almost time to start the evening chores. Still, there was a little late afternoon sun left, so I decided to see if there were any horses underneath all that mud and go for a ride. I do have a little good news to report. Sorry about the creepy camera angle.

Handy and I wandered back to the ponds to see if we could find any other signs of spring. It’s still too cold for any bee activity and there’s not much greening up yet, but we were happy to see a pair of Canadian geese hanging out at the big pond. We kept our distance and they didn’t seem too alarmed. Maybe they’ll stay awhile.

Heading back towards the barn, seated on the best horse in the whole world, with finally a smile on my face, I thought of Winston Churchill’s famous quote and wondered if there were any tech support people in India who could redeem a crappy day so well.

“The outside of a horse is good for the inside of a man.”