Showing posts with label confessions of a rained out ammy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label confessions of a rained out ammy. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Truthful Tuesday

 

Weird Ammy's log #1951, Day #7949 of rain. Everything is wet. Including my sneakers. Not my dog, because she hates rain. Though as a result of having a dry dog, I came in from the barn to a wet floor. Because dogs that won't go out will go in if you know what I mean,

I feel like I barely ever ride with all this rain. It just won't stop. And the weather people are doing a real poop job of forecasting it. Today for example. It was supposed to stop raining at 10 and be done for the day. But alas. It stopped around 10:30 and just as I was tacking up Shiny it started again. And not a nice light rain that we would happily ride in. Oh no. DOWNPOURS. That what it was. Gross. 

So today's confession is that my horses and I are getting miserably out shape from all the rain days. I can tell they're getting bored too. A day off here and there is lovely for everyone. But this is just silly! The only good thing is that I've gotten a lot of things done that I might not have had time for. Like today I took a hoof pick and the leaf blower and really got the cracks in the floor cleaned out. I have rubber pavers in my barn, and the shavings and what not can get stuck in there. I spend a lot of time each day trying to make sure they're cleaned out, but my helper has really been rushing through chores and I haven't been able to be as thorough with so much mess left behind. I'm sure tomorrow it will be a mess again, but at least for tonight it looks fantastic. 

I also finally got around to washing all the supplement containers, the supplement cart, and my Stanley trunk that I used this winter. Between all that, the floor, and tending to the free loaders it filled six hours. So at least all this not riding time isn't getting wasted I guess. 

I wish I was as motivated to clean out and organize my actual house as I am the barn. But alas. The house is still a mess. Priorities! I guess that's confession two. I prioritize the barn over the house always.