This weekend is crazy, even by my standards.
Friday I was initially going to go out and ride early, but then saw the weather and slept in. Except it got cold but never rained, so I went and hopped on Tootsie before I fed. She was excellent, and even leg yielded a few steps, so I was a happy girl, fed the TBs, and headed over to ride Mark in the indoor. That went less than well, because wind makes scary, horse-eating noises, which resulted in a horrendous ride, yet oddly one of the best canters we've had in a while, aside for the little spook-n-bolt by the door. I figure that's enough for one night and settle in at home to read my latest EW and watch a movie, after a hot bath.
Just as I'm finishing the review of Tom Stoppard's latest (Why oh why oh why can't they do them in DC? And why must Amtrack to NY be so damn expensive?) and am contemplating fixing myself a beverage, the fire alarm goes off. So I cram my wooly-socked feet into my clogs, toss on a windbreaker over my fleece, and head out the door. Except when I get outside, one of the third-floor residents says that there's actually a fire, because their neighbor ran out of their apartment wet and spraying a fire extinguisher. So I went to get my car out of the parking deck before too many fire trucks arrived, and sat for half an hour in the police lot across the street, because it's too effing cold to stand outside. An hour later, I'm settled back in, alarms are turned off, and I most definitely need the last of the vodka now. So that sucked it.
Today I woke up and headed out noonish with Allie to ride a couple of the CANTER heese who're now living at a different farm aways up the road from us in Westminster. Farm's nicer than where the rest of them are living, but not as nice as the eventing barn where Marky is. Heese seem happy and fat and well cared for, which is the important thing. I got on Whistle, who was totally awesome for her first ride ever off the track. We even popped over a couple of teeny tiny jumps. But the real jumping action was on the most fabulous Saints Go Marching, who jumps like that over every. single. fence. Damned shame he isn't a hand bigger, but if you know anyone looking for a good deal on a point-and-shoot but very green horse to finish off as a small junior hunter, I know where you can get a deal ;) That's about the 6th ride off the track and second time he's ever jumped with anyone on him. So tragic that he's too small for me.
Then I was home in time to finish off most of my Christmas shopping with one trip to the mall, and minimal purchases for me. (Just one sweater, on clearace at Limited when I bought Mom earrings.) Now all I need is for my little brother to get on the ball and tell me what I need to order him off Amazon and I'll be done!
As to what's in store for me tomorrow, goodness knows. Perhaps more lunacy, perhaps a peaceful day's hacking on Marking followed by cartoons on Fox. Apparently you never can tell anymore.
Just as I'm finishing the review of Tom Stoppard's latest (Why oh why oh why can't they do them in DC? And why must Amtrack to NY be so damn expensive?) and am contemplating fixing myself a beverage, the fire alarm goes off. So I cram my wooly-socked feet into my clogs, toss on a windbreaker over my fleece, and head out the door. Except when I get outside, one of the third-floor residents says that there's actually a fire, because their neighbor ran out of their apartment wet and spraying a fire extinguisher. So I went to get my car out of the parking deck before too many fire trucks arrived, and sat for half an hour in the police lot across the street, because it's too effing cold to stand outside. An hour later, I'm settled back in, alarms are turned off, and I most definitely need the last of the vodka now. So that sucked it.
Today I woke up and headed out noonish with Allie to ride a couple of the CANTER heese who're now living at a different farm aways up the road from us in Westminster. Farm's nicer than where the rest of them are living, but not as nice as the eventing barn where Marky is. Heese seem happy and fat and well cared for, which is the important thing. I got on Whistle, who was totally awesome for her first ride ever off the track. We even popped over a couple of teeny tiny jumps. But the real jumping action was on the most fabulous Saints Go Marching, who jumps like that over every. single. fence. Damned shame he isn't a hand bigger, but if you know anyone looking for a good deal on a point-and-shoot but very green horse to finish off as a small junior hunter, I know where you can get a deal ;) That's about the 6th ride off the track and second time he's ever jumped with anyone on him. So tragic that he's too small for me.
Then I was home in time to finish off most of my Christmas shopping with one trip to the mall, and minimal purchases for me. (Just one sweater, on clearace at Limited when I bought Mom earrings.) Now all I need is for my little brother to get on the ball and tell me what I need to order him off Amazon and I'll be done!
As to what's in store for me tomorrow, goodness knows. Perhaps more lunacy, perhaps a peaceful day's hacking on Marking followed by cartoons on Fox. Apparently you never can tell anymore.