Nothing Tastes Better

 Day 24 

I couldn’t wait another minute. I had been sitting beside that smell for the past 4 hours. It tormented me, sitting beside me at work all afternoon, lingering beside me, a reminder that tonight I got to have a very special treat. 

Working in health care isn't an easy job. It’s not an all together thankless job either. A lot of the patients express their gratitude and appreciation for the work we do in all sorts of different ways. 

But nothing beats appreciation baked into a fresh loaf of homemade bread. 

“Hey Cyn, are you there?” He said, his tone was somewhat urgent, which normally means that it’s time for me to help solve a problem of some sort. This time was different. This time was extra special. 

“I have a fresh loaf of bread I just pulled out of the oven for you. I’ll be there shortly.” 

He brought in the fresh loaf of bread on a paper plate, still warm from the oven. 

I can’t even begin to describe how amazingly special it made me feel to have had a loaf of bread baked and brought to me at work as thank you. 

I opened the bread. It was soft and white and fluffy. We were about to head outside and move the hot tub into the sunroom but first I had to have at least one slice of bread. I spread the butter on it, not caring about the thickness of the fat smeared onto my special treat. It melted in my mouth and I enjoyed the creaming softness of the texture and the flavor of the yeast and sugar used to feed it. “MMmmmmmm, so good” I said to myself out loud then quickly got changed and went outside to help Brent move the hot tub hopefully for the last time. 

Getting the hot tub into the house was an adventure all on its own. 

Armed with the power of leverage and multiple lengths of boards we got the discarded, once burnt, beautiful hot tub into our sunroom.I decided against adding a workout to the evening routine because I had worked those muscles that need it most with a once in a lifetime fitness challenge.

It was fast approaching horse o’clock and leaving them for 2 days in a row is no longer an option as far as my mental health is concerned. I need their times out playing with me as much as they do. The symbiotic relationship between horse and human and that older than most of us can imagine. 

I did what any sensible horse woman would do and wrapped my blown tendon. I also choose shoes that were more foot friendly and promised my husband I would be good to my feet. 

I watched from my cozy arena as the sun set behind the trees and over the ocean. I left the horses to their own devices for a few minutes to think about what we were trying to do and headed down to the beach across the road from my house.

As I walked onto the trail I could see the warmth of the last of the day's sunshine hitting the east facing side of the trees. I walked the short path onto the beach, glad I had the right camera for the job. 

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