Happy 1st of July
Update time!
Work: SUCKS
Riding: Awesome. Now that I'm not struggling to just.keep.going. without stirrups I am getting amazing work from Otto and systematically working to correct the bad habits I've developed. Last week it was sitting straight in the saddle, now I've moved to holding my left calf in position. Jamey and I will be going out of town the week after the 4th so I've been working with my petsitter Lesley to ride Otto in my place. Made me realize I miss teaching. I think when autumn rolls around I'm going to get back to some lessons. I'm ready to have my a$$ handed to me again.
Critters: I've got three of four keeping tabs on me. Chipper is still reticent about participating in this new extended family, but at least he's stopped boycotting the bed. The new additions are permanent. Even if Jamey and I don't work out Peepsley and Zoe stay with me. I've always required a dog, a cat and some horse presence for my happiness, but I think I really need multiples of the domestics.
House: 4ft chain-link fence coming soon. I've always wanted to do some agility with Lyra and this will afford me the opportunity. She's reasonably obedient but she's so damn tiny I can't risk her getting out of my sight. Next up Big Green Egg. Beyond that I have so new/old art that a friend is framing that I'm excited to get back and dog toys all over the place. I've never given animals toys before. Big mistake.
Jamey: Continues to be wonderful. We're closing in on 9 months together and 1 month co-habitating. I can't say enough about how good he is for me and to me. He talks to me, he listens to me, he doesn't take the shit I can dole in abundance. He tells and shows me he loves me every single day. I couldn't be luckier.
General Well Being: Yerb. That's a tough one. My moodiness always tends to color my opinions. No matter how happy I might be at any given moment I'm equally checked out the next. I don't think I'll ever get used to the swings but I know enough not to let myself nap my way out of every real or perceived crisis. 45 years of wisdom right there. Damn
Being 45: Really? I've officially started touching up the grey. I think the reluctance to go clubbing is in part the creeping fatigue that comes with advancing years. I console myself with the fact that I'll still ride bareback, decorate with a taste that isn't like my mother's, and make questionable choices. Regrets? Only one. The letter I sent to reconcile the bad feeling between my step-grandfather and myself didn't reach him before he died. I guess overall I'm not doing so badly.
Work: SUCKS
Riding: Awesome. Now that I'm not struggling to just.keep.going. without stirrups I am getting amazing work from Otto and systematically working to correct the bad habits I've developed. Last week it was sitting straight in the saddle, now I've moved to holding my left calf in position. Jamey and I will be going out of town the week after the 4th so I've been working with my petsitter Lesley to ride Otto in my place. Made me realize I miss teaching. I think when autumn rolls around I'm going to get back to some lessons. I'm ready to have my a$$ handed to me again.
Critters: I've got three of four keeping tabs on me. Chipper is still reticent about participating in this new extended family, but at least he's stopped boycotting the bed. The new additions are permanent. Even if Jamey and I don't work out Peepsley and Zoe stay with me. I've always required a dog, a cat and some horse presence for my happiness, but I think I really need multiples of the domestics.
House: 4ft chain-link fence coming soon. I've always wanted to do some agility with Lyra and this will afford me the opportunity. She's reasonably obedient but she's so damn tiny I can't risk her getting out of my sight. Next up Big Green Egg. Beyond that I have so new/old art that a friend is framing that I'm excited to get back and dog toys all over the place. I've never given animals toys before. Big mistake.
Jamey: Continues to be wonderful. We're closing in on 9 months together and 1 month co-habitating. I can't say enough about how good he is for me and to me. He talks to me, he listens to me, he doesn't take the shit I can dole in abundance. He tells and shows me he loves me every single day. I couldn't be luckier.
General Well Being: Yerb. That's a tough one. My moodiness always tends to color my opinions. No matter how happy I might be at any given moment I'm equally checked out the next. I don't think I'll ever get used to the swings but I know enough not to let myself nap my way out of every real or perceived crisis. 45 years of wisdom right there. Damn
Being 45: Really? I've officially started touching up the grey. I think the reluctance to go clubbing is in part the creeping fatigue that comes with advancing years. I console myself with the fact that I'll still ride bareback, decorate with a taste that isn't like my mother's, and make questionable choices. Regrets? Only one. The letter I sent to reconcile the bad feeling between my step-grandfather and myself didn't reach him before he died. I guess overall I'm not doing so badly.