Angel isn’t a big e-mailer. I send her a note every now and then. Don’t always get a reply. Sometimes it’s a phone call instead. The other day I sent her this funny horse video on YouTube. Didn’t hear back about that, but that’s OK.

So when I checked my e-mail this morning and saw she’d sent me a note, I just about fell out of my folding chair. Seems my neighbor is selling his house. It’s got several acres of open field, so it’s being marketed as a horse property. And the other day Angel was riding down the road while the real estate agent was taking pictures and now she’s in the for-sale ad! Anyway, she sent me a pointer to it. Cool!

And I replied, of course. Told her how cool and they should give her a commission. What else could I say? Couldn’t tell her I wish I could afford to but it for it, which I can’t and I do. I didn’t mention that I’ll add the picture from the ad to my iPhoto and it will be part of my screen saver I watch all day long. Maybe I could have told her how much I miss her. It’s probably just as well I didn’t tell her I’m always thinking her, and I mean ALWAYS.

I think Angel knows how I feel about her, but have I ever actually told her? No, and that didn’t come up in my e-mail eitherand a couple weeks ago I was moving my goats to a different area and I was moving some metal fence panels. Rain came, but that’s not a big deal. Thunder and lightening came on fast and close. I was so close to finishing and even as the strikes got closer and closer I was still tightening metal nuts with my metal wrench, twisting metal wire with my metal pliers. The point is that all I could think was, if I get struck and killed, how will Angel ever know how I feel? That’s something I think about a lot, actually.

And what else would I write… Dearest Angel, Greetings from Maine! It’s a hazy morning but the sun is fighting to shine. The lake was so warm yesterday. I wish you were here. Love, Uisce.