I need a job, guys.
Until then, I've been organizing the new house, buying an arranging furnishings, and exploring my new neighborhood. I've already discovered riding is going to be a major time investment, especially if I end up employed downtown. It's easily an hour drive with traffic, and then a couple of hours at the barn. I'm working on discovering shortcuts. Unfortunately those explorations have caused me to become lost during rush hour traffic a couple of times.
The swearing coming out of my mouth when stuck in traffic. It blisters the ears.
|Part of my drive offers this surreal view... feels like you are driving into OZ or something.|
Pig has actually been working great. The footing here is impeccable, and I think that's helped his dainty feet and arthritic joints immensely. He's springy, opinionated, and sound. I both love and hate it. His opinions have started to get a little out of hand. There's nothing more embarrassing than introducing yourself and your "schooling 3rd" thoroughbred to a new group of riders as your horse backs down the length of the arena refusing to turn right or go nicely into contact.
|At least he's still pretty ... ;)|
I'm sure part of the problem is my jello-like abs. I have the weakest abs right now, as moving doesn't really give you time to get in killer workouts (unless you count carrying 10,000 items up and down stairs and scrubbing rental kitchens...). This is making the sitting trot extremely hard, especially as Pig has gotten 10x bouncier. I am not an elegant rider right now, and my picky horse would like me to get back to work...