By Tom Petty
“… He doth nothing but talk of his horse.”
–William Shakespeare. The Merchant of Venice.
Early this morning I went for a ride. The Moon was setting.
Scooter after our early ride. I rode him bareback down the old railroad tracks. It was a bit nippy outside. We startled some deer, a bunch of does. You can see, he did not even break a sweat and he is impatiently waiting for his morning chow. The other pictures are from when I was outdoors during the afternoon doing some chores while Wee One was napping.
I’ve been on the cranky side today. I think it is from lack of sleep. Wee One’s surgery has been scheduled for 9/21 in Tulsa. We’ll have to be down in Tulsa Wednesday for the pre-op and Thursday for the procedure. Hubby is worried even tho it is simple tubes put into his ears. Any surgery has risks, I am not dwelling on that. He suggested we stay the night down there before his early morning surgery. I do not think it is a good idea, Toddler Terror sleeps TONS better at home. At hotels, all he wants to do is play and act like his 2 yo self. Which I cannot blame him there. Remember how fun hotels were when you were a kid? We have football games/practices/University training for son #1 to arrange rides, ect… I think I have it almost taken care of…