It was dark. It was cold. I did the math on taking risks driving over snow and ice in my (only) car and risking my (only) body for a hobby when y'know, bills never take a day off (and neither does my job) and it freaked me out. For the first time in my life, I took a deep breath and said, "horses will still be there in the spring".
|plus going in circles is TEH DUMZ|
|SO MUCH HAIR|
Sunny afternoons and green grass poking through the mud just start speaking to me in a way icy roads and dark indoors never do.
ZB is still the best horse I've ever had in my life.
|look i took one lesson|
|why yes my first ride in two weeks was bareback down the ditchbank on my baby mare|
|is that the boy riding the zb bareback?|
yes that's the boy riding zb bareback
Life is doing some unpredictable things right now (doesn't it always?). I have a Plan A and a Plan B and a Plan C and a couple ideas for variations on any of those at any given time. None of those plans is rated shows and pressure and "back to the grind" in terms of horse expenses.
Here's to a year like none other.