If an experienced horsewoman is known by her bruises ...

I am getting there.  Fairly annoyed today. One horse, in a mad dash to get into the barn and get breakfast, slipped and, my worse nightmare, went down.  One flailing hoof caught me in the thigh. Not real painful but maddening.

So I have been bit, thrown against the stall wall which slowed me down for a while, now stepped on and kicked.  I know my list is small yet but its larger than I ever wanted it to be.  I could happily live without this particular list at all.  Hmmm lets see, I'd rather have a list of all the coutries in Europe I have toured with Vern on the back of a Vespra or a list of all the free docks we've tied up to in Georgain Bay or ...

Here's another list: My morning coffee has flies walking on the rim ... I am usually dirty .... I usually smell...  but I usually enjoy my time at the barn.

Monterossa, Cinque Terra, Italy