I know. I am sorry, and this post will have some sort of a riding connection, eventually. But first ...
Yesterday, a bunch of furniture got delivered, but all I could do was complain and stew about a banking error I made (forgot to turn off autopay on the old mortgage - holy hell!). First World Problems really suck.
Then it rained on Sunday and on Monday I took my fifth graders to the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library down in Simi Valley. It's a little more than a two-hour bus ride which meant I didn't send my last kiddo home until 4:30 p.m. By the time he waved goodbye, I was done.
I dragged myself out on Tuesday with every intention of popping up on Speedy, but when I did, he was lame, lame, lame. Nothing new. The ranch owner had brought in a new mare who he fell in love with. They've had a few days to court one another. Unfortunately for Speedy, Willy came back Monday (or possibly yesterday). When I pulled in, I saw Speedy aggressively guarding his new mare by whirling and pacing and snapping at Willy any time he wandered close.
The horses are all separated, but Speedy doesn't want Willy anywhere near his new love. I hopped on him anyway for a 5 minute walk just to give his little brain a break. He'll be fine after another week or two, but I sure wish he'd quit hurting himself.
Since I had only been there 10 minutes and felt guilty about leaving, I threw Speedy's rope halter on Izzy and hopped up on him bareback. I haven't done that in more than a year. He got pretty sassy with me, including threatening to buck and then flat out refusing to go forward.
There's not much I can do with muck boots on, but I gave it a Pony Clubber try. I whaled on his sides for a few minutes until he reluctantly gave in and walked off. We did some laps around his paddock working out a bit of a power struggle. He tried a few more evasive tricks, but I got my way. I finally hopped off and did a little lunging for respect on the ground.
While I technically got on both horses, neither effort could be called a ride. I am truly cutting myself a break though. Late fall is always hard for me. I've just come off a summer of at least 100 rides, and I am worn out. I always bounce back around Thanksgiving.
Speedy doesn't care if he gets ridden; he just wants some attention. Izzy doesn't necessarily need any exercise, but he does need some reminding about who is the boss. As long as I keep doing something where I win, we'll all get it back together by the end of the month.
In the meantime, I really, really need my life to settle down. I know it will, just as soon as I take care of my erroneously paid mortgage bill, the roofing bill, the appliance repair, the plumber, my next two furniture deliveries, a rug delivery, and getting my gardener to take care of an extra job.
Sitting in a hut worrying about what my husband managed to hunt down for dinner is sounding pretty good about now. I'll take a slice of that gazelle please.