Tag: slice of life

As part of Katy’s zootherapy course, she has a few practical stages. This weekend was one of them. As always, I was Katy’s right hand man while she’s still at limited mobility. She was frustrated at not being to participate in everything, but it is what it is, and I got unexpectedly called into a few activities. Horses are… big, empathetic, predictable but unpredictable, tame but wild, won’t put up with this shit, large fragile prey animals. We spent two days trying to understand how to interact and build a rapport with them, but at the same time project enough confidence and truth that they’d defer to us. It was a long weekend, and not just because of the fact it was in France. This afternoon, something clicked just for a little while.

Also, judo chicken.

The day itself was quiet at work, and drama-free at home, which is kind of what I wanted. Gino, Mira, Colin and Karen are coming on saturday for drinks and nibbles. Physically, I feel the same. Psychologically, I still need to process what I want it to mean that I’ve turned 50. I am somewhat smug that I’ve “won” the bet Mel made so many years ago (and doesn’t remember, and Katy doesn’t want me to remind him of), but beyond that, not much has changed.