will be carrying our two hard shell horse human first aid kits in the trailer.
After, I went outside and cleaned the trailer - vacuumed it with the shop vacuum. Then I swept out the horse area. Oh my – sometimes I think that fate is watching out for us –we were going to take the horses to Saddle Up Arena for last week’s packing clinic/ride but we bowed out because we were slow to get going. Well, there was a lot of dust in the rear portion, so much so that the horses would have suffered considerable discomfort. And I would not have had the time to sweep it out. I would have said ‘eh, there’s old hay here, no big deal.
All I now need to do is clean tack and pack.
I have not had the time to fret about our house sitting situation – but when it rains it pours, both literally and figuratively. Bethany, who was for health reasons not able to house sit, passed on the name of a friend, Abby, who came over today, as did one of Pete’s students, Elisa. So they are both going to share the honors.
And all the animals have good summer homes.
A real feat, getting this organized.
I am (amazingly) having a hard time. I have (amazingly) become rooted. I once had a friend say I had no tap root. Let me tell you this – tap roots grow easily and quickly, and they are hard to pull up. In other words, I am feeling a bit of remorse about parting company with all the animals that will remain here. I know each and every one of them will be in good hands but this isn’t making it any easier.
This has to be. What I must remind myself is that we have four horses that are born and bred to do the work/play they’ll be doing this summer. And furthermore, to stick around here because I think the rest need me would do them a disservice.
And at the same time, this trip is going to be very good for me both physically and mentally. Routine is good but the absence of routine is equally good. I am just going to have to keep reminding myself of all this.
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