My Long-Lost LJ
I'm so glad this is still here. Such big chunks of my life, stuff I'd have long forgotten, still here for me to pore over and sigh mistily. I'm barely using my 'official' blog at WP either, but that tends to be more serious.
Not that I never posted serious stuff here. But there's so much from the homeschooling days, from the halcyon time of having THREE ride-able horses, from when my boysies lived at home, when I had all the teenagers I could want, when I was younger and slimmer and had more energy. It's such fun to read.
Now the world is grappling with a pandemic, a terrifyingly insane president who seems bound and determined to get blood running in the streets, climate crises everywhere, and kids who are married and have great jobs and are doing all the things one hopes during all the child-rearing years, but this means not a lot of time to hang out with their old parents.
Fortunately the ol' man and I still like each other, despite all the pandemic time being shut in together.
I thought for so many years that our trajectory was, however slowly and haltingly, an upward one. As much history as I taught back in the day you'd think I'd have known better. America is in decline, the only question is whether it will be a long, gentle descent or a cataclysmic fiery one. And our planet may not give us time to find out.
For posterity purposes, here's a pic of my no-longer-new horse, Fiona. Jazzie is the only one left from my early LJ days. April, Bo and Nik live forever in my heart. I still burst into unexpected honking sobs over Nik from time to time. Damn, that horse. Fiona is mostly sweet, in a bratty, sometimes downright bitchy sort of way, and I love her. But no one has hooves in my heart the way Nik does.
