For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume? The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot Tonight after work, I move into my new apartment. I’ve been dreading it. At first I thought I dreaded the move because it was…
I needed a calm, quiet weekend that was relatively drama free and that’s exactly what I got on my Easter three day weekend. Years past I would get super into every holiday and make festive Easter baskets for just Tim and myself, but that got exhausting after a while. Though I still put a lot into Christmas, most holidays I just enjoy an extra day off work and try to get something productive done. Thursday evening I was really looking…
Another round of rain is here this week, because Texas no longer has my back when it comes to the weather. Honestly I’m not too bent out of shape about it. Our next show is most likely mid to end of April, and despite one wild and crazy lesson (which I may have to blog about) Simon has been super. So I’ll ride when I ride. Until then, you get to read about my spare bedroom. Oh yeah, I know…
While you wouldn’t expect a Texan to complain about the weather, winter riding and winter survival in general is a bit different here. See, up north where it’s truly cold, there are institutions set up to deal with the cold. These institutions include things like snow plows, covered riding rings and winter jackets. A cold day in Texas means “put on a sweater”. Cold + any type of precipitation? Forget it. If it’s below 40 and raining, we’re going to…
I live in a very old house. When I say old, I’m speaking more like Eddie Izzard’s opinion on American history than old old. Our house is no 1800’s New England house (lived in one of those too), but it was built in the 1930’s and it wasn’t built all that well. More sharecropper’s shack than chic bungalow. Not only is our shoddy cute house old, but it’s also the most secure part of our wealth. Why is that important? Because…
I don’t think it takes a genius to know that I’ve had a pretty severe case of the blahs lately. Stress at work, broken pony, getting rodents out of my house and trying to get more financially stable have all left me feeling drained and longing to be back in college in my undergrad years where bills weren’t a problem and I had at least 4 hours a day to spend at the barn. But that’s whiny fail speak, and…
I don’t know why, but the idea of a seasonally appropriate front porch is super thrilling to me. There’s no real reason for this. I don’t think anyone has ever driven by the front of my house and said, “Goodness! There is no seasonal wreath… how will I know if it is actually fall or spring right now? The horror!” Passers by might not do that, but I sure do. During spring and summer I lose some of the gusto…