This will be short. George is back in the hospital since last Wednesday with a nasty foot. They didn’t have to take any bone, but they did have to carve a hole in the sole of his foot. Not as gross as it sounds. Could have been worse. Anyway, it’s starting to be creepy. My Heartwarming Taking the Reins (September) has someone with a knee replacement—Pat Potter just had one. And a guy who has lost the front half of his right foot. Awfully close to George. Too close for comfort. Then we have one vet with no right hand and another who has burn scars. Believe me, I am staying away from power tools and lighting the oven.
Why is it that when the people we love get sick or hurt, our (my) first reaction is anger? When I get scared I get mean, and recently I have been scared a lot. Therefore, I have been a rip-snorting witch a good deal of the time. I pray for patience, but I don’t handed patience on a silver platter, and sometimes I don’t do my part. All I want is write, look after my family and play with my horses. At least he has his whole foot. So, sorry, guys. I’ll do better next time. Thanks for your forbearance. Carolyn