Oz: Obfuscating Gender for 15 Years

I've waited 2 years to ride Pandora. I love Capria. But I've always wanted to ride Pandora. So she and I had a talk about it and I asked her if it was ok, to tell me if it didn't work out, but could we please give it a try? We're both out of shape. I wish I could be here and ride her regularly.


We shall now wax metaphorical and talk about how one must keep getting back on the writing horse each time one gets thrown off of it.

Pandora and I talk after the riding lesson. I have a case of helmet hair. But we have lots to say to each other anyway.

I have a lot of homework to do to get myself balanced again. So does Pandora. We're both tight on the right side from favoring an injury to the left foot/left stifle.

Frog Out

Tonight we had the final friendship circle at Horse Camp. We sang Kumbaya and all that stuff you learned in Girl Scouts. Well, I learned it in a nature camp, but you get my drift. We ate leftovers since the food has been plentiful and flavorful. We talked to horses and watched them cavort in the dying light of another desert day.

I printed out my boarding pass for tomorrow.

I'm leaving horse camp with a new story, drafted and edited. And with more progress made on the final rewrite of the fairy story.

I'm leaving horse camp having seen a real gila monster up close and personal.

I'm leaving horse camp with a copy of the final book in the series by Kathleen Bryan. Which The Dude will promptly ask for when I get home. He's a big fan.

I'm leaving horse camp with digital photos and lots of memories.

"Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other gold."
It's a round. I'll bet at least some of the f-list knows it.

Sung by the dying light of the final virtual campfire here in the desert.

Frog Out