Archive for June, 2008

June 24th, 2008

» summertime

I’m trying to enjoy every littlest bit of summer I can, and y’all, for summer enjoyment? Hammocks all the way. Especially if you accessorize with lots of sun, a bit of a breeze, and a good book.

hammocky goodness

The past few days have been mostly really good, with a peppering of really — interesting.

The good: Friday I had a decent ride and later a nice little read and nap in the hammock. Saturday morning I spent an hour and fifteen minutes walking my neighborhood, getting myself lost in the tangle of suburban streets and Terry Pratchett’s Wee Free Men audiobook (love it); I also discovered a park and indulged in some swinging. More reading on the hammock, then off to the zoo with the fam to celebrate a late Father’s Day.

The zoo was a blast; I was Alex’s favorite for the day (ever since he rode Everett he’s mostly been more excited about me than Grandma, which is saying a lot), so I generally got to behave like an idiot swinging him around, walking with his feet on mine, skipping and hopping and fake-running, Yay!ing and making faces and all manner of things that you can get away with in the company of an almost-three-year-old. Peyton slept in her snuggli almost the entire time, which was also pretty awesome. She’s growing so fast! and pretty soon she’ll’ve outgrown the snuggli which is terrible because I love the thing. Babies are so cuddly and it’s like a strap-on cuddle contraption.

After our zoo adventure I went back to my parents’ for dinner, and while digging the tent out (I’m going camping with college buddies over the Fourth and I am So. Pumped.) my dad found our old Nintendo, and such classic games as Super Mario 3, Excitebike, and Paperboy. It’s scary how fast they all came back to me, especially Paperboy and its sound effects: crashing windows, crashing into lawnmowers and skateboarders and tornadoes, and that one tinkly noise when you take out those little globes or lanterns or whatever (I have no idea what they really are) on top of the little posts by the street. The tinkly noise was always my favorite.

Sunday I headed into Uptown to meet J–; I finally got to see her apartment, then we got Jamba Juice and went sampling at Whole Foods and walked around Lake Calhoun. I stopped by Dreamhaven (yay Buffy comics!), then we ran errands at Target and went to ride our horses. I had a decent ride. Everett’s right lead has gotten a lot worse in the last few weeks; I’m not sure if he’s on the verge of a balance breakthrough (which would be lovely — fingers crossed!) or if he needs some massage work or what. But we worked on that and bending and I think the whole moving-away-from-leg-pressure thing is finally starting to really click with him, which is a great feeling.

Yesterday after work J– and I carpooled out to the barn again. After warming Ev up I asked E– if she wanted to give him a try. It was so much fun to watch him being ridden — outside of Bryce and my sister walking around on him, and a brief lateral-movement school by S–, I haven’t seen anyone else ride him since before I bought him. He has such a soft, laid-back expression when he goes. I was thrilled that E– didn’t have any trouble getting him to canter. He’s the first horse I’ve trained and there’s always this lurking fear that I’m up there doing something totally bizarre, not training him correctly, and other people will get on him and nothing will translate. So it was a relief to see him perform for another rider. I was also relieved that she had a lot of trouble with that right lead too, so it’s not just me doing something bizarre or crooked. After she was done, J– and I swapped horses. I got to try her western pleasure mare, Tess, which was a blast. She moves so differently from Everett; when I started trotting her I asked J– if she was moving fast enough, except she didn’t hear me right and replied, “Yeah, you could slow her down a little.” She’s so much narrower than Ev, even with that big western saddle, but she was still so comfy to sit. Her canter was a trip too; she’s so round and underneath herself, and her strides are so much smaller than Ev’s. It was fun going around on such a broke horse — a great reminder of how sensitive I want to get Ev to leg and seat pressure.

And, the interesting: Friday night was drama-drama with S–. I wasn’t there or personally involved, and it’s not something that really needs to be hashed out here anyway. Suffice to say it was the culmination of something that’s been building for a long time. Yesterday I let her know that I’ll be looking for a new barn. It was such a huge relief to get it out in the open.

So, stay tuned for good news on that front. I have a place in mind, but I don’t think it’s going to happen in the next week. I need to give a month notice, so the soonest I’d move is the end of August. (Which is terrible timing, because August 29 I’m heading to Maui. Though: Yay Maui!)

June 20th, 2008


Since I last wrote, it has stopped raining. The weather is glorious: high 70′s, mid 80′s, sun sun sun. I am welcomed home indeed.

Ft. Lauderdale had good weather too. It rained every day, but mostly briefly, in the afternoons or evenings, and every day there was enough sun to sit by the pool or on the beach, and most of the trip was spent sitting on sidewalks at cafes or bars drinking something slushy and enjoying the beautiful, beautiful scenery (I had no idea one place could have so very many pretty men). We fit in an airboat tour in the Everglades and a corporate REO Speedwagon concert too. In the course of four days I used an entire bottle of spray-on sunscreen, and had an unprecedented victory: I didn’t get burned. (I was religious with my sunscreen last summer at the lake and I burned anyway every time out.)

There was the unfortunate storm on Wednesday while we were waiting for our flight out of Miami, and we sat in the airport for an hour and on the runway for an hour and a half, and I was exhausted by the time I got home but glad to be there. Especially when I discovered my mom had left a basket of fruit on the counter, goodies from the Byerly’s deli in the fridge, and a note about how she thought I might not feel like grocery shopping right away. My family? Rocks.

June 11th, 2008

» beginnings

Briefly, since the day’s almost over: yesterday was good. My hammock finally arrived; I picked it up after riding, and set it up, and it is glorious. I can’t wait until it stops raining so I can use it. Maybe by the time I get back from Florida? (Where I’m going June 14-18, which I don’t think I’ve mentioned before, actually…)

I also had a very important phone call. It was not with a boy at all but I totally felt like I was setting up a first date, and tomorrow I think I’ll feel a little like I’m going on one. I am nervous and excited and couldn’t sleep at all last night. I don’t mean to be a tease about it, but I want to note the date for myself and really can’t say more until things are further along. I hope I’ll have lots of wonderful to share in early August.

June 10th, 2008

» first show

Everett and I went to his first show on Saturday, May 31. I’ve held off posting until I had pictures of Himself to share; I still don’t have any from the classes, but if I don’t post soon we all know I never will. (As I write this I glance at the list of the posts I have saved as drafts in WordPress — hello part 4 of my April 2006 Baton Rouge trip.)

Friday I skipped show practice to bathe and braid. It was my first time braiding, ever. A few months ago I splurged (hugely) on an instructional dvd called Lucky Braids (I sold a bunch of stuff [coughactionfiguresahemtotalgeek] before my move), and I’d watched it a handful of times and ‘practiced’ by doing four braids, getting frustrated beyond all reason with people bothering me, and giving up. So this was my first real go at it. I am a little embarrassed to admit how long I spent working on them, but afterwards everyone ooh’d and aah’d appropriately and said how great they looked. I kept adding ‘for a first braid job’ because in my head they should’ve been Lucky Braids. They were not. But they were good for a first try! (And I cut my fingers open tying the yarn. Injury equals effort, right? Next time I’ll tape them.)

I borrowed a lovely pale pink stretchy hood from another boarder (there was a whole debacle with the one I ordered from Fleet Farm) for him, so got him all PJ’d up and put to bed. Two other girls and myself were staying at the farm, so we got ourselves showered and put to bed too. (There was some merry-go-rounding trying to get all the cats out of the spare bedroom, which was actually kind of hilarious. Twice we thought we had them all out, had turned out the lights and were finally nearly asleep, only to have another start rustling around under the bed. With five cats in the house it shouldn’t be rocket science, but they are sneaky.)

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