A Stitch in Time

Today is my 43rd birthday. I've always loved having a summer birthday, the first full day of summer, actually. Since my mother was in labor for the entire previous day and I wasn't born until 11:30 at night she likes to remind me that it was the longest day of her life, not just the year. Thanks, as always, Mom, for your insight and compassion. Did I mention the part about me being a mistake?

This past year has been one of the best years in a long time. Riding has not only brought me the newest love of my life in my beloved Mystere, it has instilled a revived sense of accomplishment and purpose, and it has also brought me into the fold of a wonderful community.

Speaking of Miss, she got her staples and stitches out on Tuesday and the wound looks great, although the scar will take some time to fade. I'll be riding her later today, a wonderful gift.

To replace those stitches, Tucker had some put in on the same day. Sometime during our trip to the dog park a piece of foxtail got embedded into one of his paws and we didn't notice until it had formed a nasty abcess, which had to be lanced and closed back up. Tucker is like a six year-old boy who is always skinning his knees: he plays so hard and doesn't care about much other than his ball, his dinner and cuddling.

Since I already have the aforementioned birthday diamond pendant necklace, we'll just be heading out to one of our favorite bistros for dinner sometime this weekend. My own Summer of Love has just started, won't you join me?