April in my part of the world opens up classic car shows and Rodeos. I used to own a classic car at one time. A 1965 T-Bird. It belonged to my dad who bought it and restored it. He entered it in many car shows – Reno Hot August Nites and our local classic car show here, Kool April Nites. After my mom and dad both passed, it sat in the garage and just took up space. I had to get special classic car insurance which wasn\’t expensive at all but I just wasn\’t into owning a classic car. Every time we had a garage sale I\’d get all these low-ball offers from men, thinking I don\’t know the real value of it. I hit my sister up and they were living in Denver at the time and she jumped at the chance to buy my half out.
They hauled it back to Colorado – where it sat in a barn till last year. Nina before she died, made arrangements to have it brought back to California. It needed some work done on it for sitting and not being properly loved.
ANYWAY back to rodeos – I am not into Rodeos. I have never been to a rodeo. My husband, on the other hand, enjoys rodeos so I agreed to get tickets to our local rodeo next month. Whoopie! It\’s in the evening so it won\’t be unbearable hot sitting in the stands. I prefer equestrian events. When I lived in San Mateo, raising my sons, we lived next to Bay Meadows Race Track. We could hear the crowds, the bugle at the beginning of the race, smell the hay and hear the horses at night. The whole time I lived there, over 30 years I never attended a horse race.
I do love horses – Usually just to ride and I\’d love to own a couple but we would have to move and that is not happening. We used to volunteer our services to a local Bed and Breakfast that had 2 horses that they rescued from the wild horse sanctuary. My husband used to do Equine water therapy and he\’s very good with horses. They were young – and very wild. Still not used to having a saddle on let alone being ridden. The owner ended up selling them, which was heartbreaking for me – They knew me and I grew very attached.
Jackson and Penny.
This is Penny
Jackson was a booger but I really did love that horse.
In another life, I would have a large ranch with horses and would take in old farm animals to live out the rest of their lives, in santuary. Turn it into a non-profit.
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