We’ve been having massive rain in Austin lately, so my lesson on Sunday was my first one since the disappointing horse show. I’d be lying if I said I was super excited to be lessoning again. My brain had already prepared itself for life with a baby hunter, and had lost a lot of my gumption for the 2’6″-2’9″ jumpers with my changeless wonder horse. My trainer had setup a mock hunter derby course to prepare for the horse show…
I spent 90% of my time this weekend doing one of three things – drinking, sleeping or hanging out at the barn. As I’m sure you picked up from my pitiful post on Friday, my mood going into the weekend was poor. I had committed the cardinal sin of horses, “Thou Shall Not Get Thy Hopes Up” and was feeling down in general. The best fix for that is good friends and time with the nerd horse, and after a…
Ever since Tim died, I knew that I wanted to give myself some kind of physical reward for making it through this process mostly intact. I’m not above self bribery at all, and there have been many a day where I’ve woken up thinking something like, “I will get out of bed today even though I won’t want to and someday this will all be worth it.” Of course, getting up every day is worth it regardless of any happy I could…
If I was looking at my situation (aka desire to do the hunters) from an entirely objective stand point, it would be time to sell my horse. Your mind may have just screeched to a halt reading that sentence, but you can relax. This is the horse that has helped me accomplish so many of my dreams. He’s the horse I can hop on and jump bridleless if I’ve had a tough day at work and need a fun release. I…
This Thursday I am flying to North Carolina so I can gather with friends to spread Tim’s ashes in the mountains as a more final farewell. I am looking forward to this weekend like someone looks forward to their execution. I know I’ll feel better after it’s done, but I don’t want to have to be there and I don’t want to have to do this. What does that have to do with a horse show? I’ve been getting through…
Well, I’ve learned my lesson – don’t brag about my horse! The day after I posted about my magical trust unicorn, we had the worst lesson we’ve had in a long time. I’m not upset over this, because we were super overdue for a bad lesson. However, I wish the bad lesson timing did not happen right before a horse show that’s a little bit of a step up for me. Goodbye new found confidence. I will miss you! The short…
When Simon turned 7 and when he turned 8 I brought some party items to the barn for a photo opportunity. It was always something minor – little cupcakes or a cookie cake, and I never announced before hand. I just brought some sweets to share with anyone who happened to be at the barn, and asked someone to take a picture with me and my favorite nerd horse. Recently I’ve learned that anything can be a cause for celebration. What’s…
Time passes, people get older and the same applies to horses. I hate the cliche “it seems like yesterday” so I won’t quite go there, but it’s hard for me to believe my scraggly young nerd horse has now hit double digits. He’s a solid old man now, but in the best physical shape he’s ever been in. I think longtime readers of this blog know how much this horse has been a friend to me (especially in the last…