It's Hard Again

Well, Shannon and I are back from our wanderings (and horse showings) in Arizona. It's good to be home, but where did this snow come from? It's still supposed to be 85 degrees and sunny.

I've been freezing for the last 2 days. I've wandered my house , wrapped in a blanket, sleeping with socks on and turning up the thermostat.

The show went really well, most of which I attribute to Shannon's skill the 85 degree heat keeping Rocko's enthusiasm under control. The two of them made their debut at showing 3'3"- jumping 3 inches higher than they've shown before- and that was a big change, especially at an out of state show. Nobody died, and through the lens of my camera they looked fabulous! (If I'm looking through my lens, I'm not nearly so scared to watch them jump so high. Because it's really not happening. Because I'm looking through my lens.)

 

 And, although the show went well, every other part of the trip seemed to have a little glitch or two to give us a problem. Nothing big, but things always seemed to need 3 or 4 (or 7) extra steps to get done or to get to work. After a few days of this, we recognized a pattern and Shannon would say, "It's getting hard again."

But we survived. Even though we got a speeding ticket. And the truck's registration was expired. And we had to find a new motel at 10:00 at night because I'd booked a smoking room by accident. And the TV at the Smith's house was stuck on BluRay and we couldn't figure it out. And the trainer sharing our barn was so totally gay. And then there was that rattlesnake thing... Don't make me go on, because we really did have fun and even after 10 days we didn't run out of things to talk about. Great mother/daughter bonding goin' on.