An empty day, no company. At first it’s lovely, you sleep in, get up late, drink some coffee. But then it sets in, like dampness encroaching your bones. So you turn up the music and dance, but it rolls ahead like an English fog. starting in your bare toes until it works its way to your chest and erodes your heart until a cavern exists. You feel empty. It’s something you never realize it until you have the time and space. But when it hits you and you are there, you know.
Most of the time I welcome it. It’s an interesting dynamic, allows for thinking.
1936 Maclay Finals Champion, Ellie Wood P. K. Baxter. Still riding at 90 years old!
I want shin guards like that! Summer riding wear…
The first time Tommy got shoes he sat down and tried to chew them off. Plus if he’s warm and wearing a blanket he’ll reach around and grab it and pull it over his head to get it off…