Rodeo

So last week I went on a date to the Heber rodeo. Although I knew I probably wouldn't be as excited and intrigued by it as most of the people around here are, I expected to at least have a passive interest in the tricks and skills that would take place.

Well, that didn't happen. About 20 minutes into it I apparantly became a PETA activist when I started crying because the way they were treating the animals was making me sick to my stomach. Needless to say, we left and just walked around the booths outside the arena for a while.

Now, the rodeo around here is HUGE. It seems like everyone goes, and everyone loves it. So please do not think that I am condemning anyone who likes the rodeo, because I was as surprised as anyone when I realized how much I did NOT like it, and why.

August 4th

Early this morning, as I began to write the date on the first patient chart of the day, I hesitated momentarily as I realized what the date was. Today is a date that used to mean accomplishment of what was, and promise of things yet to come. Today's date is a reminder of happier times when I would not trade a second of any day for anything else in the world. It means love so fierce that I thought my heart would literally explode with it. Now it is only. . .what was.