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Hey folks … Thanks go out to everyone for all the prayers and kind wishes, and even for a couple of extremely funny comments – although makin an old man laugh that hard right after surgery could be dangerous, might bust a stitch :-) – they held …

And no Berry, Diablo lives on … in green pastures along with three very pretty girlfriends - if you’re partial to the four legged kind (and he is).  At least once a month for the last five years, I’ve threatened to make dog food out of him, because that’s about how often he’s thrown me – and then tried to stomp me.  But ends up I just couldn’t do it, I can’t even sell him … he’s just got too much spirit. 

My wife says we’re just alike – only she uses ‘mean streak’ and ‘bull-headed’ to describe us  him.  Could be right I guess, she’s the one that named him Diablo after watching him throw and then try to stomp me every time I tried to ride him those first few months.  She was of the opinion that one of us would eventually kill the other one … and reminded me of it every time I came limping back to the house.  Eventually she even stopped asking me if I’d wrecked my bike - just seemed to know it was the horse … again.

OK, enough of that.  I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciated all your thoughts, and let you know I’m still kickin (just not very high right now).  And I hope you don’t mind that I moved the get well comments from the last post, but visitors wouldn’t have any idea what was going on – especially after just the opening post.  I hope to get started again in a few days, or when I catch Deb asleep or gone (I’m not suppossed to be sitting here yet – mostly bed rest)

… which is another source of aggravation.  First back surgery in 72, another in 97 … and now this one, and this time they put me on ‘mostly bed rest’.   I wasn’t on ‘mostly bed rest’ the other times.  And don’t tell me it’s because I’m  gettin older – if I have to keep layin around, I won’t get much older …  I’ll die of boredom.
Funny thing is, I think Diablo’s feeling it too.

Several times over the last two weeks, he’s came up to the fence closest to the house, and stood around awhile – like he was waiting for me.  He paws the ground and runs back and forth along the fence a few times … then he runs off to the other side of the pasture to be with ‘the girls’.

I’d like to think he misses me, but I’m pretty sure he’s just rubbing it in … it’s like  ‘Hey old man, I WIN, you could ride me - but you couldn’t break me’ … and I guess I never will.  In a moment of pain, or self pity, or something – I told Deb I’d hang up my saddle before he killed me …

But the leaves have all fallen, and it’s getting pretty cold out … and I’ve got all winter to heal.
So if that rascal keeps coming up here, mocking me … makin fun of me …

well, all I’ll say is Enjoy yourself Diablo … spring is just around the corner!

Guess I better try to get a little sleep, I’ve got another Dr’s appt. in about 9 hours … I’m still in a lot of pain, and I’d like to know why.

Keep Smilin,

Mike

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