52

Yesterday I celebrated the beginning of my 52nd year on earth.  I worked and made the mistake of volunteering to work an extra four hours caring for one of my clients, A.  
A has advanced Alzheimer's and is very anxious and forgetful.  She worries about everything, but then forgets what we have told her and the cycle repeats.  Her memory span is mere seconds.  By the end of the night last night, I was in pain and near tears.  I was trying so hard to keep under control and not yell at A after she got out of bed for the 10th time wanting me to pick up her obese cat and put him back on the bed.  I never imagined a 90 year old woman could wear me out.  She has me jumping and fetching constantly.  The only saving grace was the fact that we were up at the lake house with a beautiful view.

I have also started helping out at a "ranch" near Fort Edward.  The owner, Christian, owns several Morgan horses.  One is a stallion who he rides in military reenactments.  I've been up there a few times already and have yet to ride or get any kind of reward for helping except for the privilege of getting to work with these horses.  I don't even think he has said thank you yet.  He strikes me as an elitist.  He is a retired Army officer, so that explains a lot.

He has a show Labor Day weekend, so I will probably go up and help out with that.  Be an assistant.  We will be at the UVMH farm. He got bucked off the other day.  Horse flies were biting.  Anyway, it's almost September!  Travis' birthday is this Friday.