Baldy

Baldy arrived at midnight

In an eight horse trailer, long and sleek.

We huddled in heavy coats, moon bright

The door rattled open with a squeak.

Out stepped a giant beast

Cloaked in fur, a wooly mammoth

Miles confined driving finally released

His coat, survival on North Dakota range.

A quizzical look, white blaze down his face

The Bald Man had arrived.

The big sorrel gelding, began to pace

Welcome to Idaho! We hope you thrive.

Warm barn and indoor arena for you

Regular food, grooming and riding.

A reining cow horse, even special shoes.

The formible hair, needs to shed by spring.

A marvel with our trainer atop

Boxing the cows, tight down the fence,

Spins,  gallops patterns, slides to stop.

Winning prizes, first in his class.

I ride him twice weekly, usually at a trot.

He rolls his eyes when he sees me.

I’m old and boring. He likes galloping a lot.

A rarity, an all around horse. How lucky are we.

Princess Mimi’s Magical Quest Now available!

I stopped writing my regular blog when Covid ended. Instead, I used my free time to travel, do a podcast and write a middle grade fiction book. Publishing a book has always been on my bucket list. Princess Mimi’s Magical Quest is now available on Amazon, and bookstore sites.

Synopsis:

“Princess Mimi’s Magical Quest” is a fantasy novel about Princess Mimi LaFae, a fairy who embarks on a journey of self-discovery after her parents’ death and her clan’s evacuation due to a fire. Separated from her clan, Mimi encounters magical beings, overcomes challenges, and learns to trust in her own abilities. The story, set in a magical world, deals with themes of self-esteem, courage, and belonging, appealing to young readers with its blend of adventure and emotional growth.

If you choose to read it, I hope you enjoy my initial try at fantasy. Be sure to leave a review at Amazon and Goodreads. Here’s to a Fairy Tale Ending!

Crushing on Jazz

Tuesday February 12, 2024 was Fat Tuesday. A joyous end to Carnival season in New Orleans and the start of Advent in other parts of the world. Boise was drawn into the Mardi Gras spirit by hosting Delfeayo Marsalis and the Uptown Jazz Orchestra. Marsalis and his jazz band had the Morrison Center rocking.

Here’s the thing about jazz. You either like it or you don’t. There’s no half way about it. Jazz is a truly American invention originating in New Orleans in the late 19th century. It’s a blend of African, African American, religious, brass band, and blues. It’s characterized by syncopated rhythms and improvisation. Those of us fortunate enough to be at the Morrison Center on Tuesday were treated with joyous rhythm and wild brass (trumpets, trombones, and saxophones. There was even gorgeous black singer who brought the house down. Actually up, everyone was on their feet.

Over the years, I developed a crush on jazz. It brings me up when I’m low and engages my spirit when a group really gets going. For those who don’t enjoy jazz, your loss. I’m not sure what to tell you. 

Christmas 2023

We’re headed to Seattle for Christmas this year. We spent Christmas in Seattle last year too. Last year, we were greeted by an ice storm. Pete had to literally push me in the door of our VRBO. Kayla and Filip are flying in this year. Pete and I and Kayla and Filip are sharing a rental that accepts pets. Kita is going with us. Violet is staying at the vet. She is too old to have a rabies shot. We have plans to see Christmas lights and go to a movie. But mostly, we’ll be hanging out. 

Baldy

Baldy and me

Baldy, also known as DJ Cats Peppy Rey, is my registered quarter horse. He’s a recent addition to the family joining us from Bowen, North Dakota in December. My husband helped me purchase him in a cow horse online auction for my 70th birthday. You may remember I had a performance horse, Joey, who I sold to a family member last spring because with my foot surgery last year I couldn’t ride him. That’s a whole another story but the transfer of ownership didn’t work out as I had hoped. I had committed myself to being without a horse because of my age and disability. A friend took me to a cow horse show and I was fascinated by the responsiveness of the horses and the way they go after cows (known as a horse being cowie). I thought I would really enjoy seeing the competitions and hopefully we could find a competitive horse that would also let me ride him. That’s where Baldy comes in. I paid an expert to help me draw up criteria for a horse I could ride and could also be shown. We decided to bid on Baldy because he had won cutting competitions in North Dakota but his auction advertisement showed him being ridden around the ranch with a woman and small child on him.

I don’t have a horse trailer. One of the auction requirements was that you be able to pick up the horse. I contacted an equine shipping service that said they shipped anywhere in the continental United States. But when I gave them Bowen, North Dakota, I got a response that it was outside their shipping region. It’s a 17 hour drive from Bowen to Boise. I called Baldy’s owner, Matt, and said, “I can’t bid on your horse unless you can get him to me.” He promised to do that for a reasonable sum so the auction was on. Being sly auction experts, we held our hand as the low bids came in. Lots of people dropped out as the horse rose over $5,000. I was gritting my teeth as he passed my max but this is where my husband stepped in. He encouraged me to go higher. In the end, we won the bid for Baldy.

Getting Baldy to Boise was not easy. We were headed into Christmas, snowy weather, bad roads, and a pandemic. Matt wanted his brother to join him so they could drive straight through. They arrived in Boise at 3 am on a cold, early morning a few days before Christmas. Baldy was like Lady Gaga who I’d seen in Oklahoma City. Her huge trailers for her concert filled the parking lot of the arena. Baldy showed up in a huge horse trailer that was all lit up. My helper bee and her honey were there to get in him in the barn. Pete and I were their to greet our new investment.

Baldy is more than I expected. He turns on a dime, spinning as a good cow horse should. But I am able to ride in around the arena. He hates the mounting block but will let me climb up on him using it. After all cowboys and girls are suppose to swing up from the ground. But with my balance and foot issues that’s a tall order. One of my goals this year is to mount him without help and the mounting block. We’ll see if I make it. Barns are essential business. Someone has to exercise the horses and keep them fed and watered. While everything else has been closed down, I gotten to see a lot of Baldy. Our bid was pretty crazy because we hadn’t seen him or ridden him. We went on the word of the owner, Matt, that he was a good horse. The only reason they were selling him was “they needed the money.” During a pandemic, sometimes tough choices have to be made. But Baldy has a good home. He’s ridden regularly by expert riders. I trot around on him weekly after he’s practiced going for the flag. I can’t wait to see him go after cows. I’m sure he’s going to win some double reining cow horse contests.

The Hill We Climb

Yesterday was a new era in America. President Biden was inaugerated during a pandemic. A star was born, a young poet, Amanda Gorman. Ms. Gorman taught Americans and all the world the power of words. She sketched our history, captured our pain, bared the soul of a nation, wove us together from West to East and North to South. She gave us a vision for the future of light and she did it all with the musicality of words. Her words will be studied and remembered for generations.

Amanda Gorman at President Biden’s Inauguration

The next time someone asks me why the humanities are important I am going to reference the words of Gorman “We must see light. We must be brave enough to be the light.” As we move into a new day, we are all better off for being part of yesterday.

Have a wonderful day.

Julie

Add a little pinch of Peace

Peace can become a lens through which you see the world. Be it. Live it. Radiate it out. Peace is an inside job.” —Wayne Dyer

2020 has been an emotional year for most of us. The entire world has been impacted by Covid-19. Our country has visions of twittering, tweeting, marching, and burning throughout the Presidential elections. Fortunately, the election is over and as I write most of the votes have been certified and a winner chosen. A chapter in our nation’s history is coming to a close.

But unfortunately, the virus is still rampant among us closing schools, keeping us from seeking out family and friends, hurting small business and restaurants. When we look back on 2020, I’m not sure what the history books will say about how we were impacted by Covid-19. We know our lives have fundamentally changed. Some of those changes will return to normal with a vaccine, hopefully by spring. But some will stay with us. For example, many people may always work remotely. We’ve gotten so used to packages we may not return to shopping in stores. Hopefully, we will return to seeing our friends over coffee and at churches and social outings.

Meanwhile, mask up, social distance, stay safe.

Breathe, America, Breathe

One word

A simple reflex

In and out,

Taken for granted

The essence of life.

I can’t breathe!”

Gasping for air

A knee relentlessly ground into the neck

Life to death.

Pealing back our glossy, polished veneer

Revealing a rotting racist underbelly.

Horrifying a nation,

Marchers flooding the streets

Rioting, looting.

More black deaths.

Rooting out rancid white entitlement

So, all can breathe.

Seeking approbation

To walk in neighborhoods

Worry free, enjoying the night air

In and out

Simply breathing

Feeling safe,

Living unencumbered.