Monday 7:00 pm
Monday was filled with many to-do's with my mom and grandma, later being handed off to Burgundy and Mike. That night we had to stop by Mike's parents, David and Kathleen. I was introduced to their two Friesians, Teade and Rietsie. Big, huge, black horses.

My very first memory was when I was two years old. My dad held me in his arms and we visited the neighbors horse in Abilene, Kansas. I was so afraid that the horse would eat my hand along with the sugarcubes I held. That fear was replaced by the thought, "Boy, horses' lips feel weird."

I got to partially reenact that memory by feeding the horses treats.

This photo reminds me of Franz Marc's Little Blue Horses.