Obsessions

Lois Greiman

I’m an obsessive compulsive personality. I know that because I’m generally consumed by something. I call it my default topic. If my mind isn’t absolutely needed elsewhere, it automatically pops over to my current fixation.

There was a time all I could think about was having babies. I wanted a child something desperate. Even though it really didn’t take me that long to become pregnant, it seemed like a lifetime.

Then there were years…quite a lot of them, actually, when I thought about writing constantly. Plots, phraseology, characters--all cycling wildly around in my mind like manic circus performers.

If I remember correctly, there was even a time when I was rather focused on boys. But that’s so long ago it hardly bears discussion.

Now, however, I have a new obsession. Her name is Bey Silhouett. Let me tell you about her….please!! Here’s a picture of her grandsire, Bey Shah.

And more of her antecedents.

For several years now I’ve been considering adopting a horse from Minnesota Hooved Rescue. It’s kind of like a humane society for horses. Then the economy took a nose dive and people began turning their horses loose and neglecting to feed them etc. so I decided there’s no time like the present. I called the director of the organization and told her that Arabs have always been my favorites. Even though they’re flighty and unpredictable and tend to be overly dramatic about every little scrap of paper that blows through their pasture, they’re also gorgeous and generous and the best endurance horse in the world. So three weeks after calling Rescue I came home with a bay Arab mare.

Little Silly, as she’s called, is not a young horse. Thirteen actually, completely untrained and skittish as a firefly. I’m pretty sure she’s going to be the death of me, but looking at her gives me goosebumps, and as a friend of mine said, every equestrian knows that goosebumps trump training any day of the week.

I was determined to give Silly a month to acclimate to her new environment, but I can’t seem to leave her alone; I have too many plans for her. Here are a few things I’d like to do with her.

Native costume classes. Did I mention that Arabs are all about drama?!

Endurance rides--long distance races--25-100 miles.

Dressage--the elite equestrian sport.




I’m aiming high with this little mare. But if I’m going to dream…

So how about you? Surely you have an obsession or two. Do share.

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