I'm in a bit of a holding pattern; waiting for it to turn to winter, already, waiting on a very important/exciting package (which was apparently shipped via covered wagon...) and waiting on myself to be motivated.
Last week, I rode both horses in the AP saddle on Halloween; I had to stop and drop my board check anyways, so I hopped on both horses and had a quick ride. And I don't hate it. So I'm content, for now, with keeping it. I might have straight billets put on it eventually, but it really could do both jobs for me should I need it. In the mean time, it fits Fox well and it's comfortable, so now I just have to figure out how to break it in enough that the damn thing stops squeaking, because that is the worst.
Wednesday was a blah ride in a dressage saddle I couldn't get happy with; even with very limited actual riding, Bailey seemed back sore after and I was just crabby and discontented with the whole day. I changed the blocks out, I changed arenas... and still felt off balance and ineffective. The upside? I broke the husband down with my childish-but-at-the-time-justified pouting and he agreed to let me purchase the saddle I had come across online which I am hoping is the solution to all of my problems.
This brings us to last weekend, which I was motivated enough to put into numbers for ya'all
10: Technically 16, but the number of photos I took at the barn on Sunday, because it was 71 degrees on November 6th and I couldn't resist standing out in the girls' paddock loving their sleepy selves up.
9: The number of times I decided, mid-ride, that I hate riding in half chaps and paddock boots. Seriously why do my half chaps suck?? Do they make half chaps that don't suck?
8: The number of hours I spent doing horse related activities this weekend. This included trailering a friend's horse to the vet, riding my two (she helped) and then driving out to ride Bailey and re-blanket the beasts on Sunday in preparation for the cooler weather this week.
7: Approximate number of times I checked my email before I finally got invoiced on Paypal for my new-to-me saddle. I might be checking my email every hour today waiting for the tracking number to show up. Don't worry, I will post about said saddle when it arrives!
6: Approximate number of times my husband tried to make me feel guilty and do things because we bought another saddle. Also the number of times that I indicated that I wasn't the least bit sorry.
5: The number of pieces of chocolate it took to make me feel human after such a long day on Saturday.
4: Approximate number of times I felt like we were in intensely questionable driving situations while taking J's horse to the vet. No one died, but we did drive without lights for a little while. Clearly I need to remember to figure out why that connection never stays connected.
3: The number of rides I got in this weekend. Bailey and Foxie both got ridden on Saturday (equally dreamy weather) and Bailey again on Sunday.
2: The number of people I whined to before I could justify not taking my newly-for-sale dressage saddle to the tack swap this weekend. I don't regret this decision, because I'm super lazy and super protective of my tack.
1: The number of times I wished I could be going on a glorious fall trail ride, but then remembered it's deer season and I don't want to die.
(Oh, and exciting update: guess what got transferred from a covered wagon to a jet plane and is going to be delivered. TODAY. Hearteyesemoji).
Last week, I rode both horses in the AP saddle on Halloween; I had to stop and drop my board check anyways, so I hopped on both horses and had a quick ride. And I don't hate it. So I'm content, for now, with keeping it. I might have straight billets put on it eventually, but it really could do both jobs for me should I need it. In the mean time, it fits Fox well and it's comfortable, so now I just have to figure out how to break it in enough that the damn thing stops squeaking, because that is the worst.
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| Squeaky. Plus dirty mirror, valentines day style clashing outfit and Fox, who was Over It. |
Wednesday was a blah ride in a dressage saddle I couldn't get happy with; even with very limited actual riding, Bailey seemed back sore after and I was just crabby and discontented with the whole day. I changed the blocks out, I changed arenas... and still felt off balance and ineffective. The upside? I broke the husband down with my childish-but-at-the-time-justified pouting and he agreed to let me purchase the saddle I had come across online which I am hoping is the solution to all of my problems.
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| Not as much of a unicorn as I thought |
This brings us to last weekend, which I was motivated enough to put into numbers for ya'all
10: Technically 16, but the number of photos I took at the barn on Sunday, because it was 71 degrees on November 6th and I couldn't resist standing out in the girls' paddock loving their sleepy selves up.
9: The number of times I decided, mid-ride, that I hate riding in half chaps and paddock boots. Seriously why do my half chaps suck?? Do they make half chaps that don't suck?
8: The number of hours I spent doing horse related activities this weekend. This included trailering a friend's horse to the vet, riding my two (she helped) and then driving out to ride Bailey and re-blanket the beasts on Sunday in preparation for the cooler weather this week.
7: Approximate number of times I checked my email before I finally got invoiced on Paypal for my new-to-me saddle. I might be checking my email every hour today waiting for the tracking number to show up. Don't worry, I will post about said saddle when it arrives!
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| Hint: what's black and brown and my most favorite obsession? |
6: Approximate number of times my husband tried to make me feel guilty and do things because we bought another saddle. Also the number of times that I indicated that I wasn't the least bit sorry.
5: The number of pieces of chocolate it took to make me feel human after such a long day on Saturday.
4: Approximate number of times I felt like we were in intensely questionable driving situations while taking J's horse to the vet. No one died, but we did drive without lights for a little while. Clearly I need to remember to figure out why that connection never stays connected.
3: The number of rides I got in this weekend. Bailey and Foxie both got ridden on Saturday (equally dreamy weather) and Bailey again on Sunday.
2: The number of people I whined to before I could justify not taking my newly-for-sale dressage saddle to the tack swap this weekend. I don't regret this decision, because I'm super lazy and super protective of my tack.
1: The number of times I wished I could be going on a glorious fall trail ride, but then remembered it's deer season and I don't want to die.
(Oh, and exciting update: guess what got transferred from a covered wagon to a jet plane and is going to be delivered. TODAY. Hearteyesemoji).
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