April 28, 2015, there happened to be 38 page views. None of them were mine. Wtf? Where did you people come from?
Anyway, moving on..."Oh Mother's Day, what are you doing? Blah, blah, blah."
Please can that nonsense and yes, I'm a Scrooge about shit like that. To me, it's just another day to do laundry and cook like any other day. As a wife and mom, if there is appreciation of me, it should be every day, not just one day out of the year. Did anyone even think of that? Just curious.
Last week, I was brave and called a place around the corner and down the road to inquire about boarding prices. $350.00 pasture board, $450.00 stall board. Those prices are indicative of the lower end of what's customarily charged for boarding. Some places include vet/farrier fees in that price, if those services are needed, some charge extra. Those prices are also customary of leasing fees.
I called the place around the corner, around the corner (No, that's not a typographical error.) and inquired. $125.00 pasture board, $150.00 stall board, because "I try to keep it affordable for people." were his exact words. He has a horse for lease that's a TWH for $275.00. Still more than can be afforded right now (but reasonable because that's a full lease with as much riding time as I could possibly stand) what with the house build going on, but I may look into the process of getting hired as a sub so I can pay for my own horse related activities once I contribute several thousand to braces for College Monkey.
The husband told me he didn't want me to work unless I *wanted* to work, but with an insanely expensive addiction of horses that I know I want to continue pursuing, I feel like it's my responsibility to contribute in some manner since writing sure as fuck hasn't paid off. (So yeah, I'll wind up working to pay for something I'd love to enjoy, only to be too tired to enjoy it. No logic, but since it's me and we all know I have no concept of limitations regarding my life post cancer until I'm non-functional from exhaustion, well, we'll see how this goes.)
I went and met said TWH and the guy who owns him around the corner, around the corner. TWH was adorable, of course. I spoke with the guy for some time and offered to walk his fence line twice a week and pick up trash that blows in. There are two horses I can groom, TWH and ON. ON is too old to be ridden, he's a retired re-enactment horse, but would love the attention, so I don't mind. I'm all about grooming horses since I'm not able to ride right now.
(The one thing that was interesting was that I met a BLM Mustang who was very much interested in nuzzling me, rubbing all over me with his face, and I was amazed at how rowdy he wasn't and how well mannered he was. He was an absolute kitten horse and evidently, came off the truck like that. Talk about shattering a legend about Mustangs being rowdy, well, he certainly did.)
Yesterday, I walked between fifteen to twenty acres of fence line and picked up trash. Of course the horses wanted to follow me around, hoping for treats, but none were overly pushy or demanding, which is a good thing. The owner of this place had told me he has a stud horse who wouldn't object to me being in his pasture walking the fence, he'd just want treats. That was funny because when I climbed through the fence and this big, black stud horse notices me standing there, he decides I'm interesting and wants to investigate the new human. He comes running at me, so I just stood there and waited. He slowed up to a trot about fifty feet away, then about twenty feet away, he slowed up to a walk and very politely approached me and asked for treats. I don't make it a habit to give treats to horses I don't know, so I talked to him and petted him for a few minutes and then once he lost interest, read that as he figured out I didn't have any treats with me, he wandered off, I finished that fence line.
Time taken walking entire fence line of said huge property? Two and a half hours. I wore my tall boots because of snakes and ticks. It's not flat terrain, either. It's very rough and uneven. I have to clean my boots today because they need it. I may switch to my shorter boots, even in spite of ticks, since they are easier to clean.
After that, I went to the other barn and groomed the big palomino gelding. (He'd been a complete jack wagon last week. Not in a rude manner, but a typical horse manner. I went out to catch a horse to groom. He wasn't interested, so I got the big mare, took her into the barn, groomed her, and turned her loose. I tried again on the big palomino gelding and again, he wouldn't cooperate. I chose one of the red geldings, took him into the barn, groomed him, and turned him loose. Guess who suddenly decided to follow me? You guessed it. The big palomino gelding. "Want to be in your pocket! Want to follow you into the barn! Right now! Let's go! Groom me!" Dude, seriously? You had two chances, now I have to go back to being responsible wife and mom and go home, clean up, and cook. *shakes head*) Anyway, yeah, yesterday, I managed to groom him. He was good while he stood for me, although he was funny. We had to walk from way over in the other pasture area, but he decided once he got into the barn, he needed to poop. At least he pooped when I brought him in and he didn't actually poop on my head while I was cleaning his back hooves. (Either you'll get it or you won't. This is what horses do, get creative about pooping.)
Anyway, moving on..."Oh Mother's Day, what are you doing? Blah, blah, blah."
Please can that nonsense and yes, I'm a Scrooge about shit like that. To me, it's just another day to do laundry and cook like any other day. As a wife and mom, if there is appreciation of me, it should be every day, not just one day out of the year. Did anyone even think of that? Just curious.
Last week, I was brave and called a place around the corner and down the road to inquire about boarding prices. $350.00 pasture board, $450.00 stall board. Those prices are indicative of the lower end of what's customarily charged for boarding. Some places include vet/farrier fees in that price, if those services are needed, some charge extra. Those prices are also customary of leasing fees.
I called the place around the corner, around the corner (No, that's not a typographical error.) and inquired. $125.00 pasture board, $150.00 stall board, because "I try to keep it affordable for people." were his exact words. He has a horse for lease that's a TWH for $275.00. Still more than can be afforded right now (but reasonable because that's a full lease with as much riding time as I could possibly stand) what with the house build going on, but I may look into the process of getting hired as a sub so I can pay for my own horse related activities once I contribute several thousand to braces for College Monkey.
The husband told me he didn't want me to work unless I *wanted* to work, but with an insanely expensive addiction of horses that I know I want to continue pursuing, I feel like it's my responsibility to contribute in some manner since writing sure as fuck hasn't paid off. (So yeah, I'll wind up working to pay for something I'd love to enjoy, only to be too tired to enjoy it. No logic, but since it's me and we all know I have no concept of limitations regarding my life post cancer until I'm non-functional from exhaustion, well, we'll see how this goes.)
I went and met said TWH and the guy who owns him around the corner, around the corner. TWH was adorable, of course. I spoke with the guy for some time and offered to walk his fence line twice a week and pick up trash that blows in. There are two horses I can groom, TWH and ON. ON is too old to be ridden, he's a retired re-enactment horse, but would love the attention, so I don't mind. I'm all about grooming horses since I'm not able to ride right now.
(The one thing that was interesting was that I met a BLM Mustang who was very much interested in nuzzling me, rubbing all over me with his face, and I was amazed at how rowdy he wasn't and how well mannered he was. He was an absolute kitten horse and evidently, came off the truck like that. Talk about shattering a legend about Mustangs being rowdy, well, he certainly did.)
Yesterday, I walked between fifteen to twenty acres of fence line and picked up trash. Of course the horses wanted to follow me around, hoping for treats, but none were overly pushy or demanding, which is a good thing. The owner of this place had told me he has a stud horse who wouldn't object to me being in his pasture walking the fence, he'd just want treats. That was funny because when I climbed through the fence and this big, black stud horse notices me standing there, he decides I'm interesting and wants to investigate the new human. He comes running at me, so I just stood there and waited. He slowed up to a trot about fifty feet away, then about twenty feet away, he slowed up to a walk and very politely approached me and asked for treats. I don't make it a habit to give treats to horses I don't know, so I talked to him and petted him for a few minutes and then once he lost interest, read that as he figured out I didn't have any treats with me, he wandered off, I finished that fence line.
Time taken walking entire fence line of said huge property? Two and a half hours. I wore my tall boots because of snakes and ticks. It's not flat terrain, either. It's very rough and uneven. I have to clean my boots today because they need it. I may switch to my shorter boots, even in spite of ticks, since they are easier to clean.
After that, I went to the other barn and groomed the big palomino gelding. (He'd been a complete jack wagon last week. Not in a rude manner, but a typical horse manner. I went out to catch a horse to groom. He wasn't interested, so I got the big mare, took her into the barn, groomed her, and turned her loose. I tried again on the big palomino gelding and again, he wouldn't cooperate. I chose one of the red geldings, took him into the barn, groomed him, and turned him loose. Guess who suddenly decided to follow me? You guessed it. The big palomino gelding. "Want to be in your pocket! Want to follow you into the barn! Right now! Let's go! Groom me!" Dude, seriously? You had two chances, now I have to go back to being responsible wife and mom and go home, clean up, and cook. *shakes head*) Anyway, yeah, yesterday, I managed to groom him. He was good while he stood for me, although he was funny. We had to walk from way over in the other pasture area, but he decided once he got into the barn, he needed to poop. At least he pooped when I brought him in and he didn't actually poop on my head while I was cleaning his back hooves. (Either you'll get it or you won't. This is what horses do, get creative about pooping.)
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thank you. I apologize for the lack of a reply to the comment/s you have left, however every time I attempt to reply to a comment someone has left, blogger eats my reply. This is something I have yet to figure out how to fix. Thank you for your time.
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.