A life drowning in Stuff(tm)
Aug. 29th, 2005 10:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
joflasherSpent a good part of yesterday cleaning and am now depressed. When did I get so much Stuff? Art stuff, horse stuff, computer stuff, stuff stuff. Stuff everywhere. My entire house is filled with Stuff and I have no idea how it happened. I spent years being able to fit everything I owned in the back of my Ford station wagon, includinge my fricken HUGE ferret cage. Since I moved every few months, that was my Stuff limit, one trip in the Little Red Wagon. Now I can't see it fitting in anything short of an 18 foot UHaul. And worse, I'm attached to it. You couldn't take my drafting table from me without a small army. Books? Large army. Don't even think of the huge piles of interesting material that I'm going to turn into costumes someday. I can't even really downsize. Just thinking about it gives me the heebies. *sigh* I stopped owning Stuff because the Stuff now owns me.
Saturday, we made our bi-annual trip up to NH to visit with the Boy's family. Ended up helping one of his sister's move ~40 65 lb boxes of hard wood flooring. Now I can lift 65 lbs normally but these things were something like 9 feet long. It was nearly impossible to balance one successfully single handed. Working in pairs helped but definitely slowed us down. Still, Boy's sister and husband were very grateful since the flooring was sitting out in the open on a cart and the rain was coming in.
Sunday, the Boy and I sanded railing on the deck until our hands gave out. You know its time to quit when you can no longer successfully hold onto the electric sander and it just vibrates its way down the rail. Between the carrying and the sanding, my arms and shoulders are utter agony this morning. Advil doesn't seem to be doing the trick but its the strongest thing I carry in to work. All my harder pain killers I keep in my first aid box up at the barn.
Speaking of which, Tisa is doing really well. I'm not riding nearly as much as I wish I were, between all the painting deadlines and the house remodeling. Still, we can dance, jump and trail ride with the best of them and Tisa is a clever and forgiving as ever. My instructor, Marty, was asking when I was going to get a Real Saddle, as opposed to the flat jumping saddle I've been doing dressage in. I told her I'd get a different saddle when I thought it actually mattered. There is no reason we shouldn't be able to do low level dressage in the saddle I have. Marty says I'd feel more secure if I had something with more "hold". I pointed out that we spent a couple months this winter doing bareback work since my saddle needed to be refitted and I neither fell off or bounced around (much). I may not be a good equitation rider but I'm a damn good burr.
I've been trying to talk Shirley or Anne into doing a hunter pace with me this autumn. Anne is gung ho about it but her horse, Crosby, is down with a pulled tendon. Slipped during a dressage test at a 3 day, poor guy. You'd expect an eventer to hurt himself doing cross country but not him, nope, he just tripped and is now dead lame on one leg. Vet said 4 - 6 weeks recovery time. Shirley's horse, Hanna, is NOT trail safe but we're hoping that her being so attached to Tisa will keep her calm if we go out. Hanna is Tisa's paddock mate and is utterly smitten with my little black pony. We're going to test this theory on a local trail real soon. If all three of us could go, it'd be ideal. That way, we could put trail steady horses both in front of and behind Hanna.
Still no dancing but lots and lots of physical work.
Saturday, we made our bi-annual trip up to NH to visit with the Boy's family. Ended up helping one of his sister's move ~40 65 lb boxes of hard wood flooring. Now I can lift 65 lbs normally but these things were something like 9 feet long. It was nearly impossible to balance one successfully single handed. Working in pairs helped but definitely slowed us down. Still, Boy's sister and husband were very grateful since the flooring was sitting out in the open on a cart and the rain was coming in.
Sunday, the Boy and I sanded railing on the deck until our hands gave out. You know its time to quit when you can no longer successfully hold onto the electric sander and it just vibrates its way down the rail. Between the carrying and the sanding, my arms and shoulders are utter agony this morning. Advil doesn't seem to be doing the trick but its the strongest thing I carry in to work. All my harder pain killers I keep in my first aid box up at the barn.
Speaking of which, Tisa is doing really well. I'm not riding nearly as much as I wish I were, between all the painting deadlines and the house remodeling. Still, we can dance, jump and trail ride with the best of them and Tisa is a clever and forgiving as ever. My instructor, Marty, was asking when I was going to get a Real Saddle, as opposed to the flat jumping saddle I've been doing dressage in. I told her I'd get a different saddle when I thought it actually mattered. There is no reason we shouldn't be able to do low level dressage in the saddle I have. Marty says I'd feel more secure if I had something with more "hold". I pointed out that we spent a couple months this winter doing bareback work since my saddle needed to be refitted and I neither fell off or bounced around (much). I may not be a good equitation rider but I'm a damn good burr.
I've been trying to talk Shirley or Anne into doing a hunter pace with me this autumn. Anne is gung ho about it but her horse, Crosby, is down with a pulled tendon. Slipped during a dressage test at a 3 day, poor guy. You'd expect an eventer to hurt himself doing cross country but not him, nope, he just tripped and is now dead lame on one leg. Vet said 4 - 6 weeks recovery time. Shirley's horse, Hanna, is NOT trail safe but we're hoping that her being so attached to Tisa will keep her calm if we go out. Hanna is Tisa's paddock mate and is utterly smitten with my little black pony. We're going to test this theory on a local trail real soon. If all three of us could go, it'd be ideal. That way, we could put trail steady horses both in front of and behind Hanna.
Still no dancing but lots and lots of physical work.
