Reliving my Youth

Amy - we all have to find our NEW normal. I think it's great that you're reaching out to both horses & dogs to help you get through the troublesome days.

Go for the puppy!! I showed my Aussie before Ca inobedience and agility. Tons of fun!!

I say if you're strong and healthy enough to handle two large animals at age 62, go for it.

I recently bought several jigsaw puzzles for fun and a digital camera. I had a few years of photo classes in high school and plan to get back into it. I say do what you like and be fun, silly, whatever.

AmyQ, I read your post yesterday with such joy! My foray into the world of bc was only one of a cluster of unusually difficult things that happened in my life that year, but once I got past it, I did the same thing. I put on a backpack and took a month long solo trip in SE Asia to start (I had earned a free airline ticket through frequent flyer miles and went as far as those miles would take me). After that, I traveled more extensively, ended up moving to Europe for a number of years, went back to school to get another masters degree and got married (to a wonderful man I met in my travels). It's never too late to reconnect to ourselves. Go big or go home!

I have GOT to start working on my stash,which is overflowing a closet and a dresser

I find myself reliving my youth in another way: I have been searching the internet for information and stories about the Brooklyn neighborhoods—Brownsville & E. Flatbush—of my childhood & adolescence. I search Wikipedia to find out what’s happened to my old grade school, jr. high and high schools, and use Google Maps street view to explore what those neighborhoods look like now. I read blogs about the old neighborhoods (and even a book or two, but it dealt with the kids long before I lived there—some as far back as my parents’ heyday). And I have begun to reconnect with classmates—one actually came up to me at a concert I was doing in Madison, WI and asked me for my autograph. I joked that was fine as long as it wasn’t on the bottom of a check, and he said “no, I want you to sign your picture.” I gasped as he pulled my HS yearbook out of his backpack—since he didn’t have glasses or receding gray hair in high school, I hadn’t recognized him. We’ve been e-mailing along with some other classmates and mulling over holding a reunion. None of us live in Brooklyn any more, so we’re thinking South Florida.

Amy, I'm so happy you have found Chevy. Your family obviously hasn't a clue about what this means to a 'horse girl'. And wonderful you will be getting a dog.

Horses came back into my life again (after 45 years). Means the world to me.

Liz

congrats AmyQ!