F Is For . . .
I spent a lot of time in the month of January wishing for warmer weather. After dealing with polar vortexes 1, 2 and 3 I was pretty over the whole thing. The universe finally took note of my wishes and we have had much more normal temperatures the last several days. However in a classic case of “be careful what you ask for because you just might get it” Mother Nature has now gifted us with a deluge of rain. Last night it rained quite a bit overnight, then cleared up for several hours today, and then it started raining again this afternoon. So far in the last 24 hours we had two inches of rain and counting. It is pouring rain as I type.
I will take this as a lesson learned and going forward I will be much more specific in my thoughts. For all who are anxiously wondering what I will be thinking in regards to the weather I shall be careful to consistently long for pleasant weather conditions. I’m hoping that is sufficient enough to yield better results than simply thinking “please let me have warmer temperatures” since the results have been less than satisfying. I’m definitely not going to think warm and dry as that will just lead to 100 degrees and a drought or something.
I am not sure how much more awesomeness from the weather I can take this winter. (for anyone who missed it that was typed with sarcasm) For about the 19th time this winter I will probably cry myself to sleep tonight as I prepare to dream about mud. Horse blankets coated in mud. Horses coated in mud. Me coated in mud. I really need to learn how to embrace my inner hippie and love mud and having everything in my life coated in mud.
As I sat in one of the barns today stitching up (another) ripped blanket I could not help but think that the universe was having a great laugh at my expense. After I lovingly sewed up the latest and greatest torn blanket I realized that my repair job had taken the form of a great big F. Seriously, I can’t make this up.
Someone out there is having a laugh at my expense
I sat there looking at this great big F and tried to determine exactly what message the universe was trying to send me. Clearly someone, somewhere was having a laugh at my expense. I’m not sure if I was being told to eff off, or if I was being told I was a failure and getting an F at life or what. Feel free to offer me any of your interpretations of my F. There are endless ways one could interpret this. I shall leave you all with that thought.
Darby and Alex
George, Asterik, Faune, Flyer and Donneur
Chance and Ritchie
Donovan and Bergie
Traveller, Calimba and Cinnamon