when i first came to this little rural ghetto, there was a guy who always rode along the last road by the range with oxygen. i saw him today hanging out with his horses at the corner store as people will do on a sunday. i talked to him about getting stuff in our neighborhood instead of having to go down the hill into teh village. he let me know some good stuff. i can also get some stuff from him pretty cheap, it seems. plus, i talked to the lady who has been taking care of the horse. she said it's fine if i want to wait a bit to take delivery if i want to get the horse since i've been so busy with the goats, plus a tragedy taht had happened in my family. so, it seems like things are shaping up. if i want a horse, hey, i've got one. if i don't, then at least i met a guy who can let me into the local horse thing. he knows reasonably priced farriers and so forth. plus let me know about another farrier who is known for just showing up when needed and taking care of things himself. so, cool for that. sounds like my kind of guy. maybe you tuck the money under the horse's tail for when he shows up.