Sunday, November 22, 2009

Took a precious vacation day on Friday. The germaphobe I have become is still concerned about having enough days in case I get ill. I so love three day weekends.

I am impressed with how productive I have been on the home front. Things are finding their way to places that work best. Things that need to find a new home are relocating to bags and are just waiting for a donate call. Dust is making its way to . . . hmmmmm, I am thinking it recycles itself.

There was a few scary moments taking the huge 27" up the stairs. The dogs were smart enough to stay well out of the way. I am thinking it weighs 100 pounds. Being awkward doesn't help. Thank goodness for the wiggly, yet stable banister or I might have ended up at the bottom trapped under a huge TV.

Friday I had a very, very nice ride. I had promised the pups, Josie and myself a trail ride so I didn't want to disappoint. Both Josie and I needed a good cool down after all that cantering! We went by ourselves. I started out a little apprehensive but began singing to let hunters know we were coming and to let any deer that were hunkered down, ready to spring out the same. Oh, it was just lovely! Wyatt crossed the stream to our left and as the current brought him closer to us (me and Josie) he was swimming for all he was worth. The leaves were quiet, not the cacophony of sound like our last ride. I am pretty sure a deer bounded off with Pixie in hot pursuit - this may have been a result of my singing I am not sure. Pixie realized quickly she had met her match for speed and rejoined our peaceful stroll. With Josie's dinner time approaching we made our way back out of the woods.

This week I watched Marley and Me. Wyatt was watching quite a bit of the movie with me. They were both sympathetic when the ending came. It was a bit frustrating as the dvd had quite a few skips at this part but enough was left for me to cry like a big baby. Then the thoughts of my own pups mortality started creeping in. I kept telling myself, "You will do what you have to do and you will know when you have to do what you have to do", "You have loved and loss many times, you can do it again". Of course, this dredges up the most poignant of my pet losses and the tears stream down. If it weren't for my pets I don't know how I would have gotten through all these years. My four-legged family, the ones I can truly count on besides myself. Sometimes you get tired of being strong. Well, anyhoooo . . .

Saturday night Josie and I played soccer by ourselves - the pups were in attendance. Wyatt on Josie's heels as we trotted around. Pixie sniffing around the world's largest cat box. Wyatt taking breaks when he decided Pix had found something worth his time to investigate. I had been warned the horses were a l i t t l e w i l d today so I let Josie run around on her own. She sure is a nimble girl. I had the ball in the center of the arena and she'd head straight for it and then swerve off at the last second.

I cantered 20 meter circles in both directions and then decided to go large and go large we did. Cantering fools we were. Not sure if Josie enjoys it as much as I do. She is so easy to ride bareback but if she were to buck, truly buck I might be kissing the cat box!

For Sunday I hoped to have the arena alone but ended up with two lunging horses. The little miss doesn't like to share her arena so after a few minutes of going along the track not being able to circle to put her mind to work and off giving her game face, I made the call to go outside to the updoor. Even though it was cloudy it was a warm day. All was good until she heard the four-wheeler signaling hay is being set out for starving ponies. She kept trying to gawk and I kept keeping her busy. We even cantered both directions. The transitions down were not lovely but they did happen.

I am currently reading the new Stephen King book "The Dome" boy he sucks you into it right away. W hope your cute little porcupine doesn't meet the same fate as the one in the beginning of this book! I had just finished the Iliad and was going to start the Oddessy when this arrived in the post. I have three books of Charlaine Harris' True Blood, Sookie Stackhouse series waiting for me to pick up at work. I have a feeling my productivity is going to go south in a hurry. But you know what? The dirt and disorder will still be there waiting for me and I will have enjoyed myself immensely.

Life is good today!!