|Lewis the Corgi!|
|Chaucer the beagle!|
|Chekov the bonus dog! (Thanks Jess!)|
|it isn't even sort of melty|
In case it wasn't clear--I don't live in a "winter" place. It is a totally freak thing that we got 8 inches of snow in mid-November and then the temps dropped below zero. It should still be riding weather for at least another few weeks.
But it's not.
And I'm shutting down on a level I haven't done before. I'm totally reconciled to the idea of taking month or six weeks off in the winter, but the idea of not riding until February or March makes me die on the inside, and that's the way it goes in winters like this.
|Happy Holidays since it's apparently that time of year here|
I don't know if I'm older or burned out from the last two incredibly horrible winters or what, but something in me just snapped last weekend.
I called up the riding instructor I grew up with who now has a lovely facility that's not too far from my house (but in the opposite direction of my current barn) and an indoor arena. She had one spot left and I snagged it.
I'm half tempted to start a countdown to the indoor.