We drove around all god damn day

We drove around all god damn day trying to find a place to wash our clothes, but all the laundry places were full. After a week of apocalyptic weather and survival, i guess i’m not surprised.  We were lucky to make it through the week. We didn’t get a chance to buy food or get anything ready before the weather turned foul. Reckon we didn’t anticipate anything worse than Wyoming winter but we failed to recognise that South East Texas isn’t prepared for this type of thing. We had the boil water warning and two days of black outs but thats about the extent of our misery. We read by oil lamp and we read by daylight. Thankfully there was a dog, a cat and a Jack to keep me warm. And a sweet nordic oven we’ve been carrying around since New England. Our clothes still aren’t washed and we still dont have groceries but that’s what we’ll take care of tomorrow.

A saddle with a saddle blanket
The saddle i refurbished with my new saddle blanket.

Remember that old saddle i bought for $25 dollars that looked like hell, well here it is after i finished refurbished it. The decorative metals still need a little gluing and setting but its pretty much done. I’m planning on trading it with the rescue Hidalgo and Lorie are at for something bigger. They’re looking for a smaller saddle and i want something bigger. So that’ll work out great for us both. They fitting their saddles to Lorie to see what might work best. Sadly i’ve had to put off getting the horses home for a while as it doesn’t feel like its the right time due to my recent diagnosis. Until i feel thats under control i think it would be unfair to bring there here incase i can’t keep up taking care of them. I know i can but right now i can barely wake up for work let alone at 4:30 am to take care of them and everyone else. But we’ll see how it goes. I feel that theyre both mine and i would be DEVASTATED if they were sold to someone else. So right now the rescue and i are trying to find the best solution. Jack and i discussed waiting til we had a truck to haul a trailer so maybe that’ll be what we’ll do. I just hope i can make some extra money to help it come along faster. But it’s gotta be the best for the animals.

A magazine
New reading material.

Horses are a huge responsibility, and i know that. Its something i’ve been thinking about since i was 8 and waited 5 hours outside someones farm to ask if i could help with their horses in exchange for riding lessons. Everyday i would hang around to see if they’d show up. It was before i had a phone so it was about catching when they’d show up at their farm to go help. Tragic. Since that day i have struggled, taken a lot of shit from horse people in different countries just for the chance to be around the horses for 10 minutes in the morning and 10 minutes in the evening and now i feel like my own chance to have them is slipping away. I’ll be cruel to be honest, i dont care if i never see Denmark again. I dont mind being fixed in one place to have this dream. They’re worth it to me, and everything is able to be figured out. I’ve spent my life moving around and traveling, im ready to stay at home and feel at home. Im kinda done waiting for that part of my life to start. Im kinda done travelling for other people only to feel it wasn’t worth the $3000. *Shrugs*

A dog on a sofa
My messy living room after a week of living on the sofa.

But as i said, its a huge responsibility. If i have to wait a little longer so be it because i’d like to be sure it wont be an economic catastrophe. Anyway, all that aside. We’ve had a week off and it was so exhausting it felt like no time at all. It was hard work and taxing to have to find ways to survive the circumstances. We were very lucky to have it the way we did, but for the first time ever i was cursing the snow and wishing it away. It was typical i had a week off like i wanted but didn’t write almost at all, but im still struggling to find that middle of writing and reading at home. Im also surprisingly awful and slow at thinking up a climax for a story. I usually word vomit till something sticks.

Television set
Trollhunter on the box this evening. One of my favourite films.

I noticed today that my house looks like a perfect mix of western & nordic & a little nautical, something i always wanted and poof! it randomly happened that way. What does your decor look like? Do you have theme? And here are some pictures of my new kitten Alma, she’s around 4 months old and has a real personality.

A kitten
Lille Alma.
A kitten
Lille Alma.

Hoof or Gold

Y’all know i desperately wanted to go to the Wyoming School of Horseshoeing. I was devastated when covid destroyed my plans and that i didn’t get a chance to do it before we had to leave to go back to Texas. Well, one door and one window later. I found a course i can start as soon as next week! It’s not horseshoeing on a bison farm but its natural barefoot trimming with mustang/wild horses hooves as the main model. Living in Wyoming i also realised that i might not be as sold on horse shoes as i am on barefoot ponies. Each has its place but i get excited at the prospect of trimming rather than hammering in the shoes with big ol’ nails. That’s gotta mean something.
And maybe thats why Wyoming horse shoeing didn’t workout, because it wasn’t meant to.

However, we’ll see how i fare with this course and whether or not i think barefoot trimming could be for me. Never know — maybe this could be a career one day or at least a bit of pocket money.

riding and the bone clinic

Saturday i spent the afternoon at a Bone Clinic with some friends. A lot of the stuff went well over my head but i was glad to be there anyway and got a little leaflet i could take notes in. I was even lucky to meet the local Barefoot trimmer there, whom i’ve hoping to get some trimming experience from in the near future, i hadn’t met her personally yet so over i waltzed and introduced myself. I’m pretty excited as to what possibilities that might have for me — maybe the farrier course wasn’t meant to be because barefoot trimming sounds more my type of deal. In future i’d still love to do some blacksmithing and forging, but that’ll come with time. With any luck.

The hoof

Since i started volunteering at the Equine Revival i’ve really been thrown into the horse industry head first, something i don’t quite dare to believe… ever. There are many times i’d wished to be doing what i am now, and now im too scared to think about it incase it gets taken away from me. I don’t want to take a single moment for granted. I’ve been to an Expo, a clinic and been out riding a time or two; not particularly well but i’ll get there. And i only contacted them & gave in my application a little over two or three weeks ago.

This is Sarah’s horse. Her name is Inca and she’s lead mare. She is one of the most beautiful horses i’ve ever seen — im pretty excited to see her without her winter coat — which probably wont be too long now. All the horses are shedding like crazy. Its a privilege to get to ride her though and she’s a good egg for putting up with me — letting me figure everything out. I get it wrong a lot but i’ll find my way. Sarah was kind enough to take a few pictures of me riding her the other night.
My serious concentration faces are not sexy. Big glasses and a double chin doesn’t exactly work with the whole “Western” vibe i have going on… so instead i made myself into some of my TV heros. Gus McCrae and the Stranger from the Big Lebowski.

Transitioning into REAL western riding on a real western horse, with folks who know what they’re talking about and have done it forever, is pretty daunting for me. I come away every time feeling a bit of a fool, but thanks to their support i keep trying. I’m kinda good  with the fact that i can share the journey of learning the cowboy way on my blog this time.
Last time i rode without a saddle as Annie the quarter horse uses the same saddle as Inca, and even that i’m out of practice with. It was a lovely ride though even though i dont neccesarily do a good job — just being able to be horseback makes me happy. When Inca was done riding for the day, away she walked with me — right into Sarahs lap, while she was trying to help someone else. Hahaha. This business is giving me a lot of funny stories and fond memories. Should’ve seen me trying get up on Inca this time, with Sarah giving me a leg up, i must have looked like a little monkey clingy for dear life on a branch unable to jump. Hahahahahaha. As long as they’ll put up with me — i’ll keep trying.