Blooming
I woke obnoxiously early this morning, and decided to put a saddle on Duncan for the first time. He was not amused. Fortunately, he was cooperative, but after jumping around and getting a few good bucks out, he decided that it was no longer prudent to move. At all. I literally had to take the saddle off to put him back into his turnout. Never in my years have I come across this response in any horse!
Mirelle and I went for our first ride of the season (I have been working her on the line and in-hand). She was a bit pushy and determined to get her way, but we worked through her tantrums and had a fairly nice hack. Real work won’t start for several weeks, as I need to do tons of trot sets to get her back into some semblance of shape. My goal is to get her out to a couple of Dressage shows in July/August and to the Otter Creek horse trials this fall.
Two client-owned horses will be arriving within the next week or so, which is exciting. One is a coming 3 year old filly with a very challenging personality. The other is a yearling that I will be taking out on the circuit to qualifying for the biggest of the big shows - Dressage at Devon.
My summer is taking shape at last! The other two yearlings that I will be campaigning should be here by month’s end.
So, after working a few horses I went into town (Wausau of course) to pick up my lovely tile.
They did not have enough of the tile that I want, so my purchase will be delayed by several days. In the meantime, I have decided that I will put radiant heat into the bathroom floor, so another large hunk of cash will be spent on making my bathroom the height of luxury. If only one room is going to be finished in the near future, I plan on going a bit overboard.
Instead of stewing, I went to pay a call to my favorite florist. The ladies at this particular shop are supportive of my ridiculous attention to detail, and essentially let me into the back room to design my own pieces and obsess over vessel choices. I bought arrangements for my friend Katrina, my mother and my crushee (strictly as a friendly/supportive gesture). To my way of thinking, it is cool to give man-flowers. I like clean, strong lines with little fluff or filler, which often works for men anyway.
For his birthday last month, I gave my brother a floral arrangement. He was quite surprised and pleased. No one had ever given him flowers before. I find that sad. He displays the vase in a prominent position in his dining room.
After delivering flowers around town, I went to dinner with a group of friends. Our plan had been to go to ladies’ night at Bullshooters (egads - Wranglers make me want to run screaming into the night, cowboy hats and boots elicit an even stronger response). I do admit that the mechanical bull is really fun to ride. If I could justify it, I think I would buy a mechanical bull for my own amusement. Our plan is to show up in breeches and tall boots some night just to see how the good western folks respond. At any rate, tonight was a wash as one of the gang had a sick child and couldn’t make it. Instead I picked up a couple of grown-up style pizzas and salad, and met everyone at Katrina’s house.
Ladies night at home is much more relaxing than ladies night at a bar. The one weapon that I have recently added to my going out arsenal are stickers from work… they have a large red field with “rejected” written in white. They are about 3 x 6″ and I am not afraid to stick them on the annoying, groping, ogling men that swarm women in bars. All womankind should carry a roll of these in their handbags at all times.
I guess that summarizes my wisdom for the day.
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May 24th, 2008 at 11:58 pm #