I hate cleaning house

we are having friends over tomorrow for d&d and i've been spending the day kind of cleaning. kind of cleaning involved cleaning and finding frequent excuses to do things other than clean -- at one point, i spent 15 minutes unknotting cords on headphones. sheesh.

there was some seriously wonderful news that i got on tuesday evening at the horse's chiropractic appointment: i am now the official "owner" of my very own horse. =D owner is quoted because i'm actually doing a half-lease. this is a very good thing since the owner is tremendously experienced, loves her horse, and this will save my headaches on "OMFG, IS SOMETHING WRONG????" moments. 

i have moments like that a lot. it's sort of like when kid was first born and i had no idea what to do with her. 

the horse is the same one i've been riding since i started lessons. his name is rafid, he's a bay thoroughbred that is the great (x5? x2? x3?) grandson of seattle slew. that's sort of impressive, but sort of not -- seems those fancy horses had lots of babies, so grand baby horses turn up pretty frequently. i've met horses purportedly directly descended from secretariate, sea biscuit, etc etc etc. whatever....horses! :)

i get 4 lessons a month with the leasing and can ride whenever i want, as long as i call and make sure it's cool -- the owner's husband sometimes takes rafid on trail rides, so there's scheduling that needs to happen. i'm GOOD with all that. super good. 

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