Last week there were some beautiful days but I was 500 kms away for work. When I returned home the weather had turned cold and rainy. This weekend had mild temperatures but oh my god, the wind was terrible.
Call me a wimp but I could barely face being out in it for a little bit of time.
Riding was out of the question.
On the plus side the wind is drying out the mud.
|Irish is starting early with his 'let me into the grass field now' stare.|
Fortunately I had a distraction- a few of us from work were in a Curling Bonspiel. It was a fundraiser for the hospital. It was a lot of fun and a great team building exercise. I do enjoy curling. We had 6 of us sign up- only four can play at a time so we cycled in and out. We didn't win any games (there were a lot of very experienced teams and three of members were new to curling) but I think that we had the most fun.
So I had a good weekend and I should feel happy. And I wasn't unhappy.
And yet, I found myself cranky this afternoon. I took the dogs for a couple walks and I cooked a roast beef supper complete with roast potatoes and yorkshire pudding.
And I was still out of sorts. So after supper I left the dogs in the house (much to their dismay) and went out to the barn.
I started with Irish. I groomed him from nose to tail while he stood there enjoying the scratches. Carmen watched closely and gave a nicker. I figured it was at Irish but when I moved away from him she nickered right at me. I brought her out to groom and she soaked it all up. She showed me a couple itchy spots and while I detangled her tail she just relaxed.
I then cleaned both the stalls and told Ed to let the dogs out. I played fetch with the two young hooligans before coming inside.
And I felt completely better and content.
Anyone else out there feel out of sorts if they don't get their 'pony time'? And it's not just about seeing them -I see them every day because I feed them and clean their stalls. When I boarded I used to believe that my horse would be more attached to the barn owner but now I realize that there's a difference between care and caring.
Now I just need this weather to improve so I can ride. In a fit of blinding optimism I have a lesson tentatively arranged with Shanea.