After Visa died, I made a promise to myself that every year on the anniversary of his death [April 17], that no matter what, I would go to the barn. So when that date fell on a Wednesday this year, I did what any responsible adult working full-time would do: I took vacation. Sorry, I’m not sorry. The morning was tough, I won’t lie. I cried, a lot and seriously contemplated not even bothering to get out of bed.
Around 9 am there was a knock at the door, so I shuffled up to answer it. Lo and behold I received a beautiful bouquet of flowers from my amazing boyfriend complete with a heartfelt card. It was really sweet and made me start crying all over again. I finally managed to pick my sorry ass up off the couch around 11:30 to pick up my friend N for lunch. She took the afternoon off so we could eat mac n cheese and fried pickles, and then go to the barn together. I know, I have the best friends.
I splurged on an extra flat ride with Vinnie, and worked on the usual: bending and giving especially to the left and then did an adustability exercise with ground poles. As we rode around N and I chatted about everything: Visa, her heart horse Romeo, riding and showing. It was really nice to just let it all out with someone who understood. After our ride we did a spa day with Diamond, who was especially thrilled to not be in her stall “resting.” I spent extra time brushing out her mane and tail, and just loving on the big red mare. Trainer even came out and chatted with us for a bit, and told me that for my lesson on Saturday I could start out on Diamond to see how she feels! Here’s hoping she’s all recuperated and 100% sound so I can show her in some flat classes at our farm’s schooling show in a few weeks.
Of course, a special trip to the barn always warrants a photo shoot. We even tried to take a picture of another’s clients three horses to send to her in the hospital; she’s having hip replacement surgery and we thought a shot of her three favorite babies would cheer her up. It was a bit of a clusterfuck, but I did manage to snap one that has all three horses’ ears pricked! From left to right: Moiya, Reiki and Bruin; the three musketeers!
After our barn shenanigans, N and I headed up to the local tack store for some retail therapy. Because nothing makes you feel better quite like dropping stacks on stuff for horses and riding gear. I bought a Professional’s Choice girth for Diamond since I’ve been coveting one for a while and since I can’t manage to ever walk out of a tack store without new boot socks, N and I got matching pink owl zocks. Yeah, we’re about 10 years old. All in all it turned out to be a good day. I didn’t do a lick of work for anyone and I spent a ton of time with ponies- which was exactly what I wanted and I kept my promise to myself.