Breath Catches

Oct 21, 2014 20:50

I have been slowly putting things back in the tack room since the first storm last September. Things that don't get used as much have lingered like the Western draft saddle and the second bareback pad. I have been glancing at Z's halter as I have pulled things out of the workshop and worked around in it. That didn't really bother me. I was aware of it, but it was in the periphery.

Today I picked it up along with Jed's riding bridle and the bridle my grandfather Robinson gave me as well as a few other things. Thinking of it I am still tearing up. I didn't think it would grab me that hard, but I guess there was a subconscious reason I hadn't moved it back to the tack room yet.

It had been Chewy's first, but Z took it over once she fit it and Chewy got a new one for her 20th birthday. It holds a lot more memory than I thought.

I don't really know where this is going. It's been over two months now. I still haven't called Hope to tell her. I haven't contacted the registries either. Part of it is I guess she isn't gone if I don't do those things.

In happier contemplations the permit is approved. I plan on heading down to pick it up tomorrow and see what all we need so far as inspections go (hopefully just a final drainage clearance when we are done). The fence should be starting this week if not next.

county crap, horses, pipe dreams, zetahra

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