July 17
I am in the yard at my grandmother's house. My father is here also. Some teenage girls driving a dirty white pick-up truck with camper come through and just start driving through the fields. I get on the roof of my car and start yelling, "HEY! What do you think you're doing??!!" When the truck stops, it is now empty and I can see the on the back left corner of the camper is 'Vlad and Varnie'.
I go to the barn to saddle my horse. I get frustrated with him because he keeps trying to get out of being saddled. He takes deep breaths to swell up his belly; sidesteps and generally will not be still. I finally get him saddled and he immediately lies down the ground and rolls over - much like a cat. He refuses to get up. I get angry with him and yank on the reins to get him up. I am immediately sad and angry with myself that I stooped to that.
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