Irony, borrowed shoes and rainbows amidst the dark
For the third time in the last few months, I had someone stop me and ask when I was writing another blog. This seems to have turned into a trend, as it's apparently now the only way that I remember to write again. However, it is greatly appreciated to know people read and enjoy this. So, to all those out there that read this, thank you. The irony begins with Stacey, the very one who asked me when I was going to write again. She approached me when she arrived at the barn to ask what was apparently an "awkward" question. Turns out my definition of awkward and hers are two entirely different things. There was a myriad of thoughts running through my head before I found out her request was merely to borrow some riding boots. Boots, which it turns out, I had in her size. Go figure. The borrowed shoe situation has turned into a thing at Creekside this fall. More specifically, only when Alex arrives to teach. Somehow we've developed a pattern that I lend shoes, more often...