Baby Po Deserves an Update

Baby Po Deserves an Update

I won’t even get into the lack of blogging. Instead, let’s talk about the baby dragon. Poet has been living in Austin for four months now. He traveled well, although dropped some weight which is to be expected. Immediately at landing at his new home which included this magical new thing called “turnout,” he settled dramatically. Now, I know I can be a bit fatalistic, but I may or may not have warned people about my baby horse. Phrases like,…

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Graduating, Moving Home, and Living the Dream (?)

Graduating, Moving Home, and Living the Dream (?)

A lot has happened since I last blogged, which I guess is par for the course when you blog maybe 10 times a year. I’d like to say I’m trying to improve on that ratio, but the reality is I’m not trying all that hard. If you’re really antsy for some SMTT updates (and why wouldn’t you be? I’m fabulous 😉 ) the best way to stay up to date is to follow my instagram accounts. The horse one is…

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Four Years

Four Years

I am, to put it mildly, a bit of a planner. Some might even throw around the words “control freak,” although that sounds fairly harsh to me. I prefer meticulous, driven by detail, thorough. It’s no surprise then that I had a plan for my widowhood. In my grief, I doubled down in planning and control. My best friend was ripped away from me, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. With him went the safe, idyllic life…

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Progress Among Chaos

Progress Among Chaos

I’ve done a pretty good job balancing all my responsibilities through graduate school, but this quarter is when that’s all gone to hell. I put too much on my plate, knew it, and am suffering the consequences. Even though I only have one week of classes left, lots of grading for my TA position, and a final paper, I’m still pretty much just throwing buckets of water out of the life raft so it doesn’t sink. It’s rough right now…

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A Good Week

A Good Week

I didn’t blog last week, because my biggest accomplishment with Poet was hand walking him around the property after turnout. This sounds basic, but turnout sometimes reminds Poet that he is a wild, unruly baby dragon. Me time means no rules! Observe. And of course, that’s fine because it’s what turnout is for (yes, I will have video ready first time he’s turned out in his much much much bigger Texas pasture). However, after I bring him in he often…

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Sometimes I Feel Like…

Sometimes I Feel Like…

… somebody’s watching meeeeeeeeee. I love blogging. Love writing. Love writing creative nonfiction specifically, but it can be hard having all my shit out there in a very public way. Sometimes this is amazing, like in the form of friends I’ve met, support and love from “strangers.” Still, I wouldn’t change my writing decisions. Even when it’s awkward, even when my family gets upset at me, this is who I am. I’ve made the choice to put myself out there…

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Whomp Whomp

Whomp Whomp

Last week was a week. It had nothing to do with Poet or anything horse, but I went through the wringer emotionally and really needed the barn to be that beacon of sunshine and rainbows that can magically fix anything. Spoiler alert—that did not happen. It’s not Poet’s fault that it didn’t. On Friday morning, I went out to watch trainer work him per usual. He got a great report last week, partially due to him slowly finding this crazy…

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Making Good Choices

Making Good Choices

I have told Poet more than once that if he’s a good baby Thoroughbred and learns to hunter, he’ll have the best forever home I can provide for him for as long as physically possible. When I leave the barn on Sunday to head back to the real world for another tough week of school and work, I cheerfully remind him to Make good choices! This week he made some really good choices. After a week plus of groundwork, my…

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True Confessions in Baby Horse Ownership

True Confessions in Baby Horse Ownership

Years ago, Tim took some riding lessons to see what all the fuss was about with this crazy ol’ sport I love. After a month or so, he came home really frustrated. “I don’t understand why every ride isn’t easier than the one before!” I legit laughed in his face. Silly husband, progression with horses is not linear! However despite having owned horses for over twenty years at this point, I’m having to re-learn this lesson myself right now with…

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Tuning Up the Poet Pony

Tuning Up the Poet Pony

Poet has officially been my horse for almost two weeks, and I’m pretty sure he thinks this is the strangest summer camp ever. Early on in this adventure, I told my trainer that he was going to hate me before he loves me. While hate is probably too strong of a word, he’s given me the side eye more than once like, Hey lady are you sure about this? I just keep telling him that if he’s a brave boy…

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Poet Goes to Prep School

Poet Goes to Prep School

Poet came home midday on Wednesday, and I was there to greet him with my baby OTTB starter kit: new halter, salt lick, stall toy, and lead shank. He stepped off the trailer calmer than Simon did when he arrived a year and a half earlier. My barn is a lot more animated than the place where Poet lived before. It’s open, with multiple barns, tons of horses and kids, a road with cars that go up and down, a…

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Meet the New Greyby

Meet the New Greyby

I have a lot of strengths, but patience is not one of them. So I’ve been dying, dying to tell y’all something. The last week has been a doldrum of waiting for the drug panel to clear after my pre-purchase, but now that it’s finally official I’m so excited to report that I’m a horse owner again! Not only a horse owner, but a baby OTTB owner that one of my bff’s has dubbed “the greyby.” Meet Poet. Although his…

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