27/10/2024
Deep thoughts, as I have no clue what I’m doing to shorten this wither strap. I decided to use materials and tools from my great grandpa’s old leather kit. It won’t be beautiful but it will be solid when I’m done and a piece of my history will ride with me. I knew him at a young age. He taught me to play poker and chip arrowheads. I think he’ll be riding with me too.
This week when I put my little boy on the bus, we had a dejavu moment, when my bus driver from kindergarten on, happened to be driving our route that morning. Rarely does he ride the bus but warmed my heart seeing my old bus driver and knowing he was in good hands. Felt good to feel a small sense of my home town staying the same, although it’s far from it. The first bus ride for me vs my little guy and almost 30 years in between, to know how happy that familiar face made me would be an understatement. Same stop too.
Later that same day, while at a feed store 70 miles away, I ran into my librarian from that same time frame. Though I knew her instantly, a mention of my maiden name and her face lit up. I blamed her for helping my addiction to horses and feeding it at a young age. My grandmother asked her to give me lessons in kindergarten but admitted I didn’t have a saddle, she said throw her on ba****ck, she’ll figure it out. And I did. Another couple from our valley years ago, shared the visit for a good 20 minutes. Reminiscing familiar local faces, blasts from the past and what Ennis once was.
An old soul in a new age. That’s me. Like these old tools and materials, these familiar faces made me feel grounded. I treasure them all. And with that, I’ll be posting a lot less, screw this algorithm thing, I have better things to do ✌️❤️
