As usual

My ponies give me comfort in the ebb and flow of life. Unemployed after over thirty years in the Insurance industry, and on top of that, living very rurally, not one corporate entity is interested in my extensive experience in that industry. While that may be daunting in itself, I love working outside, even for the menial chore of cleaning a stall. The smell of horse manure keeps me sane...I'm so fortunate in that I do have that luxury. Not many urban dwellers would understand the concept, and, I feel for them. They know not of the time to slow down and watch the buzzards swirling around a downed animal, nature's way of janitorial services. They know of traffic, lunch on the run, and to hurry home to their families. Truly, an edited existence.

Writing has become commonplace for me. I'm honing my skills at flash fiction, a craft I truly enjoy. Not much money, but what does one expect? All things considered, I've done better than most, less than the truly gifted. I'll take my pocket change that I've earned from my writing. The menial money I earn weighs more to my psyche than a large paycheck in the corporate world. However, how long can I last in this way?

Only time will tell....