Taking a bite from the red end

Hello good people, bad people, and all the people in between…

It’s been extraordinarily busy and weird at the rescue recently, which is partly why my rate of publishing has gone down. For those of you unaware, my day job involves the rescuing, care, and rehabilitation of racehorses (it may come as a shock to learn that I’m not exactly making live-able bank writing poems about pus. One day!). Currently, we have a community situation involving a puma. Said cat took a couple of foals from a different horse rescue, located close by. Because we have both senior and lame horses on our property, we’ve been scrambling to take extra safety measures to keep everyone safe.

Additionally, the first anniversary of the death of my own deeply beloved horse is coming up and it’s not a trivial thing. This horse was a very important relationship in my life and every good thing I do as a horsewoman now is attributable to him. I’ve been writing about him, and I am not sure if that’s something I’ll share publicly in the future - I’m aware that most folks have signed up for the smalls, and not to hear about how much I miss my pony.

At the end of next week I’ve carved out some time to dedicate to updating the coffers over here. I’ve got a chapter of ‘Thinking Like a Plague’ to stick up. TLAP is my first series offering insight into the human relationship with microbes. There are also a couple of new, more abstract pieces in the pipeline. I just absolutely love working on those floatier, stranger offerings right now.

Early July in New Mexico and it is hot. My cats are having a lot of fun catching the mice that live in our roof, and I am having less fun scuttling around after them trying to rescue the wee beasties. 23 horses make about 650lbs of manure every day. I owe four hundred millions people emails.

That’s it for now.

Siv (and the smalls of Siv)