tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212534358894481380.post2467327429004938501..comments2023-06-22T10:55:11.329-05:00Comments on Suzassippi's Lottabusha County Chronicles: Sunday morning in Cowboy Church parking lotUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212534358894481380.post-90976060637379177732013-10-14T17:45:50.041-05:002013-10-14T17:45:50.041-05:00I hope you are, too! Dad was still riding Rio up ...I hope you are, too! Dad was still riding Rio up until a little over year ago as well--perhaps not as often, or as long, or as far, but he still saddled up and rode up to the arena for the play days. In my younger days, I hauled cement,50 pound sacks of dog feed, and built fences. I obviously still enjoy physical labor, but it is a lot harder to do with a worn out hip and a worn out knee-Suzassippihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05684211841308097391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212534358894481380.post-51641712503073964342013-10-14T08:52:42.899-05:002013-10-14T08:52:42.899-05:00In watching my parents care for their parents, it ...In watching my parents care for their parents, it seems to be one of the most rewarding, frustrating, and exhausing periods of your life. I learned to cook and clean at an early age because I wanted to help and it was one of the ways that I could. <br /><br />I've been hauling and stacking horse feed since I was 12 or so, I can't really remember. I hope that I'm still able to do itLana Pughhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07137729362106019609noreply@blogger.com