..But I have changed my g-mail address three times in the past year, so for the third (and hopefully final) time, I have a "new" blogger profile. Sort of annoying how its linked to Gmail but I suppose that saves time.. Somewhere.
I'm at the tail end of a work day with a cat in my lap which does, indeed, lead to allergies. But despite Richard's protests that I spoil him, Atticus would have only made a good-for-show barn cat as he has far too much charisma to bother with chasing mice all day. He trots out like he owns the place when a group arrives and ends up sleeping in some 7-year-old's bunk for the weekend, so its not my fault that he's now used to waking us up by screaming in the bedroom window and then coming in for a quick spot of milk. We buy too much milk anyway..
The adventure race is in a week and a half and therefore this week is supposed to be crunch time as far as fitness goes. Getting married and going on a honeymoon allotted my body an additional fifteen pounds or something of that nature (oops, guess I just got kicked out of the fat-o-sphere bloggers for mentioning my weight) and while I'm not on a diet binge, it does feel fantastic to raise your level of fitness several notches in the span of just three weeks or so. I am not in any way, shape, or form a swimmer, but Polly had us doing 500 meters in a couple of days. It wasn't pretty, but it was an accomplishment. Definitely feeling the desire to get back into yoga
Yesterday was cool, this morning zoomed up to seventy-three degrees when I walked to the barn at 8:30, and as I was getting off the tractor at 10:30 we had dropped down to sixty. It's starkly fall outside and not at all sunny, which lamely discouraged me from riding. I'm hanging on to hope that the round pen will not be dropped from the 2010 camp budget as that will make things wildly better. The arena footing is terrible (I swear there's a ten degree elevation change in any direction) and what is supposed to be a round pen strikes me as somewhat dangerous depending on the situation-- the footing is better and it's fine for long line work, but I am really crossing my fingers for a 66' pen with lots of riding space and level ground. Hope hope hope.
I think we might splurge and go see Where The Wild Things Are tonight, because as per usual, we're the last to see any movie that's any good. Richard's been doing pretty well on his own and volunteering and riding quite a bit, but it will definitely be nice to have two incomes after the green card comes through. Cross your fingers.
All in all, marriage makes me disgustingly happy. We're only two and a half months in but surviving pretty well on a single salary and a single vehicle and I can't say there has been a discernible "adjustment period." Though you probably ought to ask Richard as I would not be hard pressed to admit I'm eighty times higher than he is on the temperamental scale. It just feels natural to be together, with our dog in our little house and the big, communal back yard. I can't get over how lucky I've gotten.
And as for the future.. I have been scouring the most reputable rescue websites I can find for a young draft horse. Bringing in a PMU horse from Canada would run upwards of $1500 and I know we aren't in that spot now, but perhaps by the new year..
In my defense, I have had one (1!) crazy-pants horse for the past ten years without ever the desperate desire to have another. One more person in the family means one more horse.. right?
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