Perpetual relaxation.

The skin is still peeling off my fingers... and now my toes. Strange.

This is perhaps the only time in my life where I will have nothing to do. My recent days have somewhat existed in this fashion:

9AM, the kitchen, our house.
Bobby: LG, what are you doing today?
LG: Going to the barn.
Bobby: How long will you be gone?
LG: All day.
Bobby: All day?! All day?! What could you possibly do there all day?
LG: Well, I have nothing else to do...

In some respects it feels strange to spend endless hours at SHEC with the ponies, but it's so, so wonderful.

Of course all of this has a point-- a summer of horse shows is about to begin. This weekend, the SHEC show and next weekend is Stoney Ridge. In my lifetime of horse riding I think this will be the first time I've taken a horse to its first show. This evening I explained it like this:

9PM, the kitchen, our house.
LG: Hey Bobby, wanna come to my horse show?
Bobby: Honey, I really support you in what you do but quite frankly your horse shows are kinda boring.
LG: Yeah, yeah but you never know. This will be Little Rowan's first show, he might go crazy and gallop and jump out of the arena.
Mum: Ohhh now that would be kinda exciting!
LG: Mum! You don't want that to happen at my first horse show!
Bobby: Ok, we'll come!

Actually, I'm expecting Little Rowan to be a perfect gentleman.

Along those lines, I've had a terrible time 'selling' my ponies. Either I'm absolutely terrible at it or Michigan just sucks and no one wants to buy my really cool ponies. On second thought, it could be a combination of both. Quite honestly I would be content keeping both of them but the louder side of my brain is telling me that it's not logical (as much as I absolutely love them) with the lifestyle that I predict I'm going to have some day.

My other horse news is that this evening I checked out a 5 year old Swedish Warmblood that this woman would like me to train for the summer before I leave. I watched her lunge him and couldn't help but think to myself "wow, this horse is really kinda cool." Certainly I didn't tell her that, I would like to establish some form of payment. It's definitely about time that I got paid to ride horses. (wouldn't that be the best job ever?)

In other facets of life, my professor (I need to stop calling him 'my professor' because it's not like I have possession of him, is that really some odd Freud thing?) has hopefully created a syllabus for our course. He emails me, "let's meet soon. When I say soon I mean next week some time." He and I definitely have different definitions of "soon". In fact, come to think of it, AVH and I have rather different definitions of "soon".

Speaking of AVH, I miss him like crazy... and there's not really much I can do about it at this moment. Sometimes it's still tough to get used to the "I'll see you sometime next month".