Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Truthful Tuesday

I like to think that outwardly I'm fairly level headed and rational. I try to keep that image of myself out there in public. But honestly, sometimes, in my head I can be super dramatic. Fortunately, it's only like half my brain that succumbs to the drama so the other half talks me down before word gets out...
I've been a little stressed out with all the projects getting done on my property. I'm just finishing up having all the buildings painted plus the fencing project is about halfway done at this point. I'm a little like Jamp (shocking revelation, I know!) in that I much prefer routine. Having no ring and trying to help Jamp cope with all that has been pretty stressful. Rio handles it fine emotionally, but the limited turnout is starting to take it's toll on his legs. He's definitely started to stock up more than normal, and I know (or at least I think I know...) that it's just because he's not getting to move around enough. Hopefully just another couple of days though!
Anyway, here's where I got dramatic. Last night when I was rinsing Jamp off after our ride, I grabbed the broom from the corner of the wash stall:
That broom there. This is said corner. Anyway. I grabbed the broom to sweep up some shavings before washing Jampy off. And I found this behind the broom:
That my friends is very much NOT GOOD. Yes it looks burnt, but it's not. Or at least I'm pretty close to certain it is not. It doesn't smell burned, and definitely has more of a mildew type aroma, so I'm thinking it's rot. Though the washer and dryer are on the other side of the wall, so it's not impossible that it's burnt. The dryer hasn't suggested any type of malfunction and it is properly vented, so I'm fairly confident it's not that. I'm pretty perplexed though, since it definitely did NOT look like that Sunday when I did chores!
So yeah. I saw that and immediately though this is why I can't have nice things. Followed up by holy shit, my barn is going to be condemned! It's falling down! The whole place is gonna rot! (No drama here.) Then of course, I was all, maybe I should just give up now. I have a young horse that I have done nothing with, and two old ones. Maybe I just find a place to board the old ones (you know, since clearly this place will be condemned) and enjoy them till they cross the bridge, sell the young one, and go take up competitive eating.
As you can see, I was being completely rational about this little problem. Fortunately, that lasted only until I finished bathing Jampy. By the time I got on Rio I was mentally drafting my email to my dad (who's away on business of course) to figure out who can remedy this situation. Hopefully I'll hear back from him soon so I can start making calls and get this resolved.
What about you? Are you completely rational all the time? Or completely irrational? Do you get overwhelmed when your routine is interrupted? Or am I the only crazy one on these here interwebs? (LOL! I KNOW that can't be true!)

8 comments:

  1. omg as someone who totally has those moments, I relate to this way too hard.

    Competitive eating tho. That's a good twist. I usually just go "die in a cave with cheetos".

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    1. That's also a decent option... I'm pretty competitive by nature, so why not play to my strengths! haha!

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  2. I would freak out a bit too! I'm sure your dad will have some good ideas (mine always seems to!)

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    1. My dad's not so good at actually fixing anything, but he's really good at telling me who to call!

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  3. Is there such a thing as being a sane, calm thinker when it comes to anything with horses? I think not!

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  4. I absolutely relate. My brain panics and gets catastrophic all the time too

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    1. The good news is, so far the barn is still standing!

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