Nothing is normal here

Like I said before, I’d been thinking of trying one of these blogs as a way to sort of “publish” my musings, but I never could think of a really cool name for a blog. But this past weekend I was working away in my garden–digging, hoeing, forking, shoveling composted horse manure–and it came to me. I’m always doing weird, contrary things, and I thought “this is not how most people live.” And then I thought “Nothing is normal here.”

And that was it! I thought if I were to write about all the random stuff that goes on in my life, it would all fit nicely under the umbrella “Nothing is normal here.”

And where is “here?” Most of my life is contained between my 15 acre farm where my horses live and my job at the library. I rarely travel outside of the mid-Ohio county where I live, except for the times I jaunt across the ocean for extended stays in faraway countries. In high school I was an exchange student in Scotland, and in college I spent a semester studying in Ireland–but that was in the 90s and is now ancient history.

My boys take up most of my attention now. Buddy is an 18 year old Tennessee Walking Horse who has been diagnosed with metabolic syndrome, which creates all kinds of challenges. Utah is a mustang, a bossy little guy with a heart of gold. Utah’s motto is “if I feel like it,” while Buddy’s motto varies from “will there be food?” to “do I have to move to get there?”

I could write more, but there’s plenty of time and I don’t want to be one of those people who get stuck to their computers and have to be surgically removed.