All About Attitude

I recognized my shoes on the upper shelf of the closet, taunting me.
Try it.
I found my shorts in the drawer, teasing me.
You'll like it.
I noticed the layer of dust on Petunia's seat, mocking me.
It's been a while.
I saw the tire pump peeking from beneath a pile of garage debris, watching me.
Ya scared?

Admittedly, I was a little scared. It had been nine long weeks since I'd attempted such a feat.

Nine long weeks and
--an introduction to a funny word--scaphoid--and a new world.
--six weeks in a cast.
--three weeks in a full-time brace.

But me? I'm a country girl at heart. I remember the first time I fell off a real horse--I was very young and very small and my brother and I slid off the back of our homeward-bound Lady as she too-quickly turned the corner to the barn.

What I don't remember? When I got back on that horse.  But I did. And I lived.

Me and Petunia, we're like Willie Nelson--
On the road again.

I need to find his Pandora station.

Linking up to A with Jenny Matlock at Alphabe-Thursday.