This is so inconsequential compared to the big, important, “real life” stuff happening out there.
Today my mom offered to watch the kids so I got in my car, backed out of my driveway, closed the gate, and drove very slowly to my new barn.
I arrived and took the long way through all the barns so I could walk and see each horse. To be honest, I’m a little concerned this barn might ruin me for life. It’s like…. if you had a 5 star chef cooking food for you every single day, would that make you appreciate food more, or would it just make all other food taste kind of gross?
At any rate, since boarding here is still new to me, I am like a 14 year old boy set free at a Playboy bunny convention (do those exist? Eh. Roll with me on my simile here).
Anyways, I took the long way to the barn so I could stare at all the Morgans, because some of them are for sale, so I better gawk while the gawking’s good.
I arrived at Caspian’s stall (he’d just come in from spending all night out at pasture), took him out, and groomed him.
I saddled him, and led him to the roundpen and asked him to go around a few times to warm up.
I mounted up and rode, with the sun beating down on my shoulders and the wind making the summer flowers bend in the breeze.
I cooled him down and hopped off.
I groomed him again.
I said hello to Kathleen (the breeder/barn owner).
I picked Caspian’s stall and picked up his manure from the round pen.
I got in my car and drove home – slowly again, so I could know how long it might take me if there was ice on the ground.
Wait for it……
And I did it all in 1 hour and 20 minutes.
Guys, I know this is so small compared to some of the bigger issues some people face….. but I am feeling so hopeful for the first time in a long time. I might actually be able to do this “mom of four” and “horse owner” thing after all.