Drowsy kind of day

My two oldest kids competed in a 4-H horse show today. It was a hot, drowsy kind of day. There was a lot of waiting in between events, very tempting to nap. I brought two books to pass the time with, "Anne of Green Gables" and "The English Patient." I would read a page, then my mind would drift.

(I just finished the fourth draft of my novel "Ghost Moon Night" yesterday and my brain was still fried.)

My oldest, Sierra, competed with her three year old palomino paint named Raffiki. She did better in trail than last year. She's come a long way. Wesley was a speed demon. And his horse, Quincy, who normally wouldn't stand for anything, shocked us all by getting a blue (or first place) ribbon in halter.

Yesterday, I took my kids to wash their horses in the wash racks where we board, and I felt strange just waiting in the sidelines while the kids did most of the work. They wash the horses and tack up, pretty much by themselves.

When I think of how we were as a family two and a half years ago (didn't even know how to put a halter on a horse), I am amazed.