A New Day in the Life of GoLightly Fiction and Fact

Here's a couple pics of a lovely summer's day, Flip and doomed little white dog, and my two dogs playing with asshat neighbour M's doomed little white dog. M trained her to get hit by a car. M trained her dog to come running to a car horn. I hate M. I was so sadly relieved that little white dog died, at least pretty quickly, because white dog had shown my puppy the "alert!! car-horn-run-towards behaviour, that very day. The M in my story could be the M that is my neighbour, really easily. Thankfully, M hasn't gotten another dog. Unthankfully, M's still my neighbour. M's real story of ruining our lives here will need a whole new post! M owns a horse. (shudders) M kept it at the mushroom farm for awhile, I don't know where the poor horse is now.

Happy First Day of 2009! You know, as I busily typed the finish, and watched the story really do it's own thing, it became much easier. No fireworks, no interior explosions, the only time I cried was re-typing the Mystery lameness thing. Weird:) I fully expected to be bawling my eyes out. I know I could have made it wordier, (y'all know I'm great at that) but I prefer letting the reader make their own pictures in their own minds. I don't like having my imagination stunted by too much typed description. I assume the same of the reader.
Everybody has ridden any of these horses. Well, maybe not Golly or Fly. That kind is a once in a lifetime type horse. My first barn, the worst place to start, had a lovely tall solid red chestnut mare named Allaflame. My first instructor tried his darndest to sell her to my parents, but I'd only been riding about six months at this point. They said no, the mare was sold to who knows where, and my instructor sure treated me different after that. Not in a good way. Allaflame, I love that name. She was a dainty thing, TB, fine-headed, fine-legged, very correct in her movement, a good jumper. Her memory has faded a bit, but she's one that I can still "see" clearly, from those many years ago. No pictures of course, parents didn't want pictures. My mom came up one day to watch a lesson, after 'Flame sold, of course we were jumping too high, not well, and my horse and I scrambled a huge oxer, with me flying not so gracefully off. Right in front of mom. No help for the horsie cause, there!
I need to buy a scanner for these older pics I do have. Not until my sales pick up, though! You will laugh at the truly ancient ones. I've got one over fences, can you say lie on top of the horse? Hands touching the horses ears, heels almost touching the horses' hips. Yeah, my stirrups were TOOOO long. I was 14 before a great instructor raised them four holes for jumping. Took a lot longer to quit the ducking habit.
What if my parents had bought 'Flame? Would the abuse have begun anyway? I'll never know, maybe that's the next story:)
I think I could do a sequel for GoLightly & Gen & Ian & Jessie and Billy, but I'll wait until their stories coalesce in my mind again. I think they're just relieved it's finally over:)
Uh-oh, does that mean I'm, ummm, crazy for thinking of my characters in that way? Or creative? I'll take creative, for now. Keep ya posted on the crazy.