Hard times

Midway through my last post, I discussed the possibility probability that my life was to get worse rather than better.

Well... truer words have never been typed,

Less than twenty four hours after publishing that post, I bought a last minute plane ticket to deal with an emergent situation in California.

The flight itself was extremely pleasant. The plane was empty and I had my own row.

My sisters picked me up at the airport, and we made the long drive from Berkeley to Pasadena together. That part was fun.

there's always that one sister

Since then, however, things have been really tough.

Situations like these require an emotional support horse. Fortunately, there are still a few members of my carpet herd here, gathering dust in Mom's basement. 

Every time I visit, I select one horse to come upstairs and hang out with me while I'm here.

Since this trip is especially difficult, this time I chose two. Rocky (lying down) and Treacherous (standing) were part of the Stablemate set that came with a green, cardboard barn. The barn is long gone, but somehow these two remain, rubbed but remarkably whole. 

It's a small thing, but seeing them standing - and lying - on the nightstand in my old bedroom does, in fact, help a little bit. I think when this is all over, I'll take them back to Colorado with me.