Winter Lilies

I could say that not much has been happening, on the other hand a lot has happened.

We have settled in at Dad’s. Things aren’t so bad really. Have been spending quite a bit of time cleaning and organizing. Have been spending time with Dad’s horse to, and hope to increase that time. I’ve missed being around horses, and find that I’ve forgotten some of what I used to know, which isn’t suprising really, as my memory isn’t the best. In any case it’s been fun training with him. He’s really a sweet horse, though I’m still learning how he acts in certain situations. He was following me around like a puppy last night, it was so sweet. It will be sweeter when I can pet him, and brush him and stuff like that. I’m looking forward to helping Dad train him to ride.

Spending time with Chief has made me long for my own horse again. In a way I want one that I can ride now, but in another way I want a baby that I can raise and train on my own. I had one once, her name was Misty Morning. I had a good start on her training, but then I got my priorities mixed up, and left my darling Misty for a man. She was a grand horse, and I feel really stupid for leaving her like I did. It was one of the biggest mistakes of my life, and there are many, so you know how badly I hurt over this one.

Anyway, I am once again trying to get my life straightened out, get my priorities in line, after another relationship gone bad. I don’t want to go into details as I’m not ready for that, and don’t know that I will ever be ready as this was very close to my heart, and I’m hurting a lot right now.

Anyway, enough for now I suppose.

Seems a lot and nothing has happened lately. My birthday passed without notice basically, although a few of my friends and family did wish me a happy birthday. The day after my birthday the decision was made that I move in with Dad and my sister. So that week was spent busily packing. Dad helped me move everything on Saturday. Everything but the essentials went to storage. We now reside for the time being, in the upstairs of Dad’s house. It’s a blessing I suppose, as I had no money to pay rent, but it hurts too.

It’s only been a few days, and I’m already trying to figure out how to get my own place again. Well actually it’s a matter of waiting until my other house is ready for me to move into. It’s not so much that I mind living WITH Dad, but I don’t like me and the girls having to live by the rules that Dad and Bubble set. I feel like a guest here, an intruder at times…Dad said I’m too independent to stay here long, and I guess he’s right. I think I’d be okay if Dad lived in my house, but I’m not good living in his house. I can’t have people just drop by for a visit, or have someone stay the night, not without permission anyway, and I don’t like that. But I am thankful for being able to stay here until I figure out what to do, and how to get another place to live.