Not much to share in the past few weeks. The weather has been crappy most weekends and therefore I was stuck inside doing chores and filling up the freezer with home cooked meals. Which is not so bad considering how pleasant it is for me and my family to come back to a clean, chicken-broth-apple-pie smelling home. But be that as it may, I missed the horsey time badly...
Today is a glorious day in eastern Canada: with 13 degrees (celsius, you can resume breathing), not a hint of wind, not a clowd in sight.But I've got work to do, a report due tomorrow that I need to work on. So I'm here sitting at my desk, riding my laptop instead of Meeka or Monsieur. I've actually opened my document in an effort to convince myself that I was actually going to work on this. But the patio door open, the bright warm light and cool air of this autumn day, all are calling me to unplug everything and go. Go pony-up.
It's become an urge, an obsession, to the point there's nothing I can do but think about how it would feel to be riding today. I've not been helping myself, you would say if I told you that all of this week's reading was about horse riding: Masters and masterclasses, Horse & Rider (I loooove the UK edition), and another book on jumping. Ahhh, to hell with this crappy research, I'm going to the barn. My boyfriend is gone to work and is going to come back to an empty house... hopefully he's going to cook ME one of his succulent meals (you know what, he's such a gerat cook he actually managed to teach me one or two things in a kitchen, I would never have thought that possible coming from a regular guy).
I think I'll call him up and order a chicken casserole... And maybe (just maybe) I can work a little after that... :)
