Hello!

Hi world! It's me, Gita. Hope ya'll had a great easter. I drove to my niece and nephews newly purchased house in Tehachapi. Such a great house. I drive hours to go camping in what looks like my nephews back yard. We all have specific terraine that we identify with, whether it's pine tree forests or concrete jungles. I love oak trees and granite boulders. I guess from my early days in Thousand oaks. When it really was...a thousand oaks. My neighbor, Robin Rosendahl had a horse named Bonnie and my sister had a horse named Chico who shared a fence between their corrals. We would outfit our horses with bareback pads and hackamore bridles and take off to Hauser Circle field. This was in the days of the old T.V. show, Alias Smith and Jones. We thought "Alias"was a person, so one of us was Smith and the other Jones and we always had a "pretend" person named "Alias". We would set up jumps and chase barrels. Unfortunately, either Bonnie or Chico would run away while we were riding them. Bonnie was no threat but Chico was an 18 hand high albino gelding with a vengeance. Our neighbor Linda Hansen (much older than us), taught me that horses can feel your energy and all you have to do is stand strong and they will be passive with you. It's really true. We used to have this song that went like this: Bonnie and Chico were sittin' in a chopper,
Bonnie let a whopper,
Chico couldn't stop her,
and that's how
Bonnie and
Chiiiiiiicccccccooooo,
Died!