For a supposed horse blog, I sure haven’t been writing much about the horses lately. Mostly it’s because emotionally I’m not in a spot right now where I’m super into the horses. That sounds worse than it is, but before you picture my two tossed aside in a dusty field… I can assure you that they’re both fine. I ride Roman between two to three days a week, which is certainly less than I’m used to going to the barn but…
The weather has finally taken a turn in Texas. Instead of feeling like you’re walking around in someone’s hot breath all the time, the cool taste of fall is back in the air. I love that feeling. It makes me want to sit on my porch all evening and stretch my arms wide open into the chill and let my body begin again. Some people associate January as a time of fresh starts and new beginnings, but for me that’s…
I debated writing this post, but I figured people would see it on Facebook and then message me for an explanation. I’d prefer to skip the 20 questions part of this exercise, so I’ll address the elephant in the room here. I’m putting Roman up for sale. If you’ve been reading in-between the lines of the blog for the past few months, this won’t surprise you. I guess it surprises me a little, even though I’m the one making the decision….
One of the great things about having a barn family versus somewhere to just take lessons is that nobody questions why you would choose to spend your entire weekend at a horse show where you are not showing. Instead they say things like, “We’re ordering pizza for the classic. Can you bring ice for the beer?” Why yes, I can bring ice. I can also drink 3 ciders in an hour after not eating much and being super dehydrated. I can…
Roman has been in training boot camp for a week. The weather isn’t making it 100% easy on us to get his schedule perfect, but we’re doing the best we can since the money tree hasn’t shaken its leaves and dropped a covered ring at my barn. My trainer has been doing the bulk of the riding. I’m allowed to show up and sit on my horse once he’s had several days of conversations about life. After the first week,…
I knew I would change after Tim died. I’ve blogged about it. I’ve thought about it at length and talked about it a little with friends. Despite all of those conversations, I can’t tell you exactly how I’ve changed in great detail. As we head into fall, I’ve begun to realize that these changes have affected my horse world. One of the ways I got through the worst of my grief was throwing myself into projects to distract myself from the…
I’ve never owned a horse that felt like a job. When I got Simon, he was green and wiggly and zoomy but every trip to the barn was an exciting adventure to me. I thrived on every single accomplishment, whether it was a nice transition or jumping our first oxer. Getting Simon to where he is now was hard, but it never felt like work. Roman is a lot of work. It’s not because he’s a bad horse. He doesn’t…
My barn has a really awesome group of people. The age range is roughly 22 – 52, yet everybody gets along and has a great time together. Really when you mix good people with horses & wine, there’s no chance for anything to go south! One of these awesome ladies summers in Taos, New Mexico. Before the temperatures started to climb this summer, we bid her goodbye as she loaded up her two horses and headed north. “Come visit me!”…