Its funny how we let the weather effect us. Like waking up this morning, blinded without my glasses and looking outside to an overcast sky. Not exactly an invitation to leave a warm bed. On my way to feed Odie, the sky decided to let out. This time, instead of grumbling i stopped and thought about all the wonderful things about the rain. I realised that rainwater gives Odie a lovely earthy smell, that the spring shoots are going to thrive and that this was the perfect time to sow my grass seeds. I love how rain looks, falling from the sky to the ground, splashing in puddles like i’m still six, the feel of rain soaking through my jumper sending cold shivers down my spine, the squelching sound of water in my shoes.

Humans want to be happy, but we let the tinniest upsets get to us. There is good in everything, i need to remember this.

Of droughts and flooding rains.

Spot on Dorothea. Right now Your Country is sopping wet. Well a large chunk of the east coast, that is.

Its okay though. I bought Odie a winter rug, its just a partly woolen lined canvas that hardly fits him. WHY CAN’T RUG SIZES BE COHERENT AMONGST BRANDS? He’ll grow out of it within the next 2 seconds, but it was only 60 odd dollars…and at least i know he’ll be dry. Although, somehow he was pretty dry under his summer sheet. Good old hand made rugs (http://www.rugrack.com.au/)

So he’s 5’9, but a 6’0 would have been a much better fit which roughly translates to a 14.2 - 15.2 hh horse. But i don’t think he’s even breaking the 14hh mark. Right now he’s rump high, so he’s either growing, or a very retarded looking pony :P

And yeah, its raining. Lots. Big, big flooded puddle paddocks. I’m so glad i havn’t bought him home yet. But i miss him :(

Dear weather,

Please  decide whether you are raining or whether you are not raining. You are being extremely moody and I’m not liking it. I think i know how my boyfriend feels at times. I just want to go ride my beast, she’ll have so much energy today after not being ridden for an eternity!

Restless

No, the theme is not intentional. I’m not a weird fan-girl. I just seem to go through stages of my life where different albums/artists fit most appropriately. I’ll listen to something until i cannot listen to it anymore, because listening to it ever again would be too soon. Except i’ve already done that to this band, i guess that was a year or so ago…

It won’t stop raining! Posy’s yard is a swamp and i’m so keen to ride. She’s getting the silly jitters from not being exercised i.e. spooking, rearing up and prancing like a race-horse when i’m trying to lead her somewhere - so full of herself! I don’t even like summer, but i would take it over this stupid Autumn monotonousness! What a word…monotonousness….

Keen to go for a gallop along the beach listening to ‘Faded White Dress’ on full volume. Maybe with the tempo sped up a bit so it can sync with the adrenaline pumping through my veins and my horses lightning pace!

I’m going stir crazy. I don’t want to study for Cog OR Abnormal and i don’t want to write this SOCA essay. I just want it to be Summer ‘11/’12 where i can live my fantasies, for real. I will have spent a good 6 months with my little man, hopefully be riding him lightly. Going to the beach everyday, getting fit. You know, all the awesome stuff that that long uni break has to offer. But no, instead i’m stuck in my study (not studying mind you) with the rain pelting down onto the roof constantly distracting myself with  thoughts that should never be there.

But lets put things into perspective. Its the 30th today. I have an exam on the 8th, and essay on the 10th and my last exam on the 22nd. Maybe God will have stopped watering the Earth by then and i can go for a gallop and live my fantasies in a world we like to refer to as ‘reality’. Wait and see.

S.O.S I’m sick of this I wanna know
Wanna know what it is
I’ve got my headphones on with
Rock n roll there’s only room
For on of us
And it’s time to go
All mine now baby
Could be all mine now!

whats with the EXTREME WEATHER?

Claps of thunder, bolts of lightning, hail and pouring rain all night. Not to mention gale force winds forecasted for today. And Pose’s yard is calf-deep in water. But she’s all rugged up in her brand-spanking, new PESSOA (which i bought back in ‘07 and have never used…its so pretty!!) with some warmed mushy mitavite with chaff and some hay. I was gona ride today…

I guess it doesn’t compare to Missouri. How horrible it must be.

Drowned Rat

Dear Radio Presenter Man,

Next time you tell me its only raining in Port Stephens, you better bloody mean it. Because now i look like this:

Also, next time i dream about getting one of these:

I will remind myself of this afternoon. Standing in torrential rain for 15 minutes attempting to get Taboo from his paddock (where he is backed up into a muddy corner, ears flicking every-way imaginable, shaking, terrified of everything - retard horse). So i give up, take of my raincoat hood and spend 10 of those 15 minutes slowly making our way back up to the stables (that is after i manage to clip the lead onto his halter). Of course there were obstacles such as blood-curdling  cars and petrifying horse floats (which haven’t been moved in months), a monstrous truck and finally, the terrifying rain pelting down from the sky.

Forget dreaming about riding a majestic black Arabain stallion up and down the dunes towards the crashing waves. Screw that. I’ll stick to my Quarter Pony thank you very much. He may not be the brightest or the most elegant type, but i think in his 17 months on earth, he has at least figured out that:

• rain is one a natural occurrence, respect must be had for mother nature and all her glory
• trucks = inanimate. Big, noisy, smelly - yes. But not hungry for horses
• people wearing hoodies are people - not monsters wanting to eat scared, innocent horses