09/08/11
My very dear friends and readers, for those of you, my dear readers, who have been following the twisting course of my diary entries, you will doubtless recall that, several days ago--quite on impulse, sight unseen--I had become aware that a 43" high, chocolate Shetland gelding'might' be for sale, and that, suddenly, I both needed and wanted that pony, and why, and that arrangements for its care had already been agreed upon, the news--today--is anti-climatic: while my psych nurse ( who has fourteen horses ) has my signed, but blank check for $100.00 as a down payment to give this 'lady' ( about whom I know nothing ), the both of them seemed locked in a game of 'phone-tag'.
Messages are left, but not retrieved in time, phone messages are received, but not conveyed; confusion has been the watchword of the day, the week, practically, and all I can do, really...is nothing, 'til I get the word, one way or the other.
And while I fully realize that the purchasing of a Shetland pony is not like casually slipping into a WalMart for a couple pairs of socks ( which, BTW, I could use ), still...the absolute stopped enertia of not knowing is driving me only slightly nutz. Intentionally, spelled, with a 'z'.
When I spoke with Cyndi, I told her that--should it be necessary--I would gladly empty out both of my little savings accounts, and promise to be a good boy, and maybe not eat for the rest of the month, but that I m-i-g-h-t just be able to scrape together another $250.00. And that's only provided this unknown person will, a) even entertain the idea of selling me the pony, b) that the price will still be $500.00, and c) she accepts holding the note, so to speak, until I can rustle-up the remaining $150.00
Its just all in so much limbo, now. And....I would really, and truly hate to have my heart set upon a thing, only to have it broken, though...all of us at MDJunction live with broken hearts, in one way or another.
And so, gentle readers and friends, what appeared as a dream, and is passing as a dream, may well end, as do dreams, by waking to an often cruel reality.
I wish for all of you, 'pain-free' days, 'Me Days', even, if you can, happy evenings, and nights of utterly blissful, and undisturbed sleep.
love,
'Zahc'/Charles
My very dear friends and readers, for those of you, my dear readers, who have been following the twisting course of my diary entries, you will doubtless recall that, several days ago--quite on impulse, sight unseen--I had become aware that a 43" high, chocolate Shetland gelding'might' be for sale, and that, suddenly, I both needed and wanted that pony, and why, and that arrangements for its care had already been agreed upon, the news--today--is anti-climatic: while my psych nurse ( who has fourteen horses ) has my signed, but blank check for $100.00 as a down payment to give this 'lady' ( about whom I know nothing ), the both of them seemed locked in a game of 'phone-tag'.
Messages are left, but not retrieved in time, phone messages are received, but not conveyed; confusion has been the watchword of the day, the week, practically, and all I can do, really...is nothing, 'til I get the word, one way or the other.
And while I fully realize that the purchasing of a Shetland pony is not like casually slipping into a WalMart for a couple pairs of socks ( which, BTW, I could use ), still...the absolute stopped enertia of not knowing is driving me only slightly nutz. Intentionally, spelled, with a 'z'.
When I spoke with Cyndi, I told her that--should it be necessary--I would gladly empty out both of my little savings accounts, and promise to be a good boy, and maybe not eat for the rest of the month, but that I m-i-g-h-t just be able to scrape together another $250.00. And that's only provided this unknown person will, a) even entertain the idea of selling me the pony, b) that the price will still be $500.00, and c) she accepts holding the note, so to speak, until I can rustle-up the remaining $150.00
Its just all in so much limbo, now. And....I would really, and truly hate to have my heart set upon a thing, only to have it broken, though...all of us at MDJunction live with broken hearts, in one way or another.
And so, gentle readers and friends, what appeared as a dream, and is passing as a dream, may well end, as do dreams, by waking to an often cruel reality.
I wish for all of you, 'pain-free' days, 'Me Days', even, if you can, happy evenings, and nights of utterly blissful, and undisturbed sleep.
love,
'Zahc'/Charles
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