|"Hello, I put in for a transfer to Florida, did you receive it?"|
That's how I've been feeling these days. January has been somewhat of an uphill battle, through snow no less (literally, as of yesterday, as well as figuratively!). I really don't like to whine about the weather - yes, I know, it's January, this is Canada, we get winter - but this year I admit I'm finding it hard to ignore. Why did I stop spending winters in Florida, again?
I had a project for January - I moved Jubie, the last of the broodmares seeking a new career, to a boarding stable so I could get on her and better her chances of finding a new home. Started off with a couple of days on the longe line, then we got hit with the first cold snap. Sorry, but my craziness doesn't quite extend to getting on a mare who hasn't been ridden since she left the track in 2008 (and had quite the reputation) when it's -16 C (or less!).
Put it off for a couple of days...then the lights in the indoor arena weren't working. As I was getting there after dark, well....again, not going to get on said mare in the dark, thank you! Next day I arrived while it was still daylight – of course the lights were also working by this point. :-)
Jubie was a superstar, very sensible, no silliness. Yay! A few days later....another cold snap. Okay, the words POLAR VORTEX were being tossed around with abandon on the news. There go a couple more days of riding. Next – my stomach gets hit with something. I think I've decided it was the medication I started taking for my bad ankle, but either way, it was a rather violent reaction that sent me crawling to my bed in between trying to manage the horses and doing stalls. After about three days to recover from that, I felt strong enough to get back to riding! Two days in a row, before....a return of that -20-something weather!
|Swishy knows how to deal with the Polar Vortex.|
By this point I'm just feeling beaten up and spit out, and desperately locking my eyes on that predicted high of -6 for Saturday the 25th. Naturally that's when the predicted 2-4 cms of snow turned into about 20cm...so Saturday was spent moving snow, getting hay, and the usual horse chores. I still felt guilty for not getting up at the end of the day to ride.
I did, however, managed a bit of painting, which, needless to say has been rather hit-or-miss this month, for no good reason. When I decided on Friday afternoon to hit the easel, I really didn't mean for that to be literal – but yes, I managed to whack the back of my hand on the edge of the piece of plexi that rests under my palette - hard enough to actually cut my hand. It kind of felt as if the easel was telling me, "You're not worthy, come back another time!" Yes, okay, winter is doing my head in. ;-) I decided to fight back and try painting with my left hand. I did end up working with my right (dominant) hand, but it was an interesting exercise I should try more often.
|Left hand....okay so you can at least tell it's a horse!|
So, here we are, with a week left in January. The weather isn't looking to be a whole lot friendlier this week, but I hope I manage to get a few rides in. Perhaps I'll even manage to paint some more. But who is with me, come January 31st....what say we celebrate the Chinese New Year and start over? :-)
|Back into the comfort zone....dominant hand...working title "Fire Filly!"|