After two days in the desert sun, my skin began to turn red.
Life as an undead and unemployed continues. I can't believe that a quarter of a year is approaching soon.
Renaissance Faire is also approaching. It is kind of strange when I think about it. For the past five years, I eagerly looking forward to Spring when, two days out of a week, I can spend running and playing in the shire. It is a wonderful break from the everyday 9 to 5 desk-job.
Now that I am no longer bounded to the desk 8 hours a day - 5 days a week, the escape seems unnecessary.
I will still attend the Renaissance Faire, it's an addiction that I cannot give up, but the 2-days affair will be cut down to just one day. I wished I can do both days, but Sunday is my trail-ride day, and I wouldn't give that up for anything. I couldn't.
The decision wasn't easy, believe you me. Maybe next year, Teddy will be confidence enough to go on the trail without the herd and I can ride him out any day I want without having to wait for Sunday to ride out with everyone; but this year, Teddy need his pack of friends. And as we all know, as long as Teddy gives me a good ride (which means no hind legs flying in the air or running off with me holding for dear life on his back), what Teddy wants, Teddy gets. I am infamous when it comes to spoiling my horses.
I am not as afraid of the sun as I used to. My latest bold adventure involved mucking the paddock under the 3am solar rays without any sunscreen. As I smirked at Apollo for my small victory, the rash began to appear on my unprotected arms and hands. Alright, maybe 2 hours under the full sun was pushing it too far. But you wait. Just you wait.
I generally prefer to work with geldings. I rarely work with mares. And I never ever wanted to deal with the stallions. I find them to be hotheaded, high-strung, too much testosterone, than I care for. That is, until I met Shark. Shark is a handsome, mostly-white, paint stallion with blue eyes. Shark has changed my mind and shows me the softer side of stallions.
I also fell in love with a quaterhorse-thoroughbred crossed names Pokie. His face reminded of Teddy, I guess it's the thoroughbred thing. But Pokie has quaterhorse eyes and the signature quarterhorse no-nonsense butt. Pokie has the best of both gene pool, if you ask me.
My, look at the time. Get me start talking about horses and I'll never shut up. It's a sickness, I tell you.
Renaissance Faire is also approaching. It is kind of strange when I think about it. For the past five years, I eagerly looking forward to Spring when, two days out of a week, I can spend running and playing in the shire. It is a wonderful break from the everyday 9 to 5 desk-job.
Now that I am no longer bounded to the desk 8 hours a day - 5 days a week, the escape seems unnecessary.
I will still attend the Renaissance Faire, it's an addiction that I cannot give up, but the 2-days affair will be cut down to just one day. I wished I can do both days, but Sunday is my trail-ride day, and I wouldn't give that up for anything. I couldn't.
The decision wasn't easy, believe you me. Maybe next year, Teddy will be confidence enough to go on the trail without the herd and I can ride him out any day I want without having to wait for Sunday to ride out with everyone; but this year, Teddy need his pack of friends. And as we all know, as long as Teddy gives me a good ride (which means no hind legs flying in the air or running off with me holding for dear life on his back), what Teddy wants, Teddy gets. I am infamous when it comes to spoiling my horses.
I am not as afraid of the sun as I used to. My latest bold adventure involved mucking the paddock under the 3am solar rays without any sunscreen. As I smirked at Apollo for my small victory, the rash began to appear on my unprotected arms and hands. Alright, maybe 2 hours under the full sun was pushing it too far. But you wait. Just you wait.
I generally prefer to work with geldings. I rarely work with mares. And I never ever wanted to deal with the stallions. I find them to be hotheaded, high-strung, too much testosterone, than I care for. That is, until I met Shark. Shark is a handsome, mostly-white, paint stallion with blue eyes. Shark has changed my mind and shows me the softer side of stallions.
I also fell in love with a quaterhorse-thoroughbred crossed names Pokie. His face reminded of Teddy, I guess it's the thoroughbred thing. But Pokie has quaterhorse eyes and the signature quarterhorse no-nonsense butt. Pokie has the best of both gene pool, if you ask me.
My, look at the time. Get me start talking about horses and I'll never shut up. It's a sickness, I tell you.