Yes, I'm late. Yes, I forgot. Sometimes, I get busy.
It's an interesting conundrum that when my paid workload is light, I work longer hours because I'm hunting for work. Work doesn't occupy all my attention--just most of my waking hours. The sweltering, sticky days of late summer don't help: those just drain me of energy and motivation.
So, what is really going on? On the work front, the outlook is improving. I landed a couple of new clients. That means I'm busy with new work. I haven't quite gotten back into the creative writing groove. The old brain must still be tired. So ...
I was contacted by a lady who proposed swapping horses: my green-broke Morgan or her dead-broke Halflinger. She came to see my Diva; I went to see her Anna. She wants a project horse and I ... don't. We agreed to make the swap. I organized the date for the equine exchange, David began replacing the rotten floor boards in the trailer, and I prepared to draw up the agreement when ... yeah ... the other party backed out. She simply did not want to part with her Halflinger.
Thus, yesterday brought me another round of disappointment. I ought to be used to that by now.
For those who aren't familiar with the story, here goes.
I retired my old mare, Stasia, last year and sought to replace her with something equally special, preferable another Morgan. I found Diva through a friend's referral. I went to see her, fell in love with a pretty face, and brought her home. Stupid decision. I overestimated my ability to work with a green-broke horse who possessed an uncooperative attitude. I found a trainer who agreed to come out of my farm to work with her. That didn't last long: Diva outmatched her, too. I took Diva to another property where another trainer promised to work with her. That other trainer never showed up. I found a third trainer who lived at her facility and took Diva there. Eight months later, I brought home the same green-broke horse. I'm not sure what did happen, but I'm pretty sure I know exactly what didn't happen.
After nearly $10,000 spent on a horse I can't use, I put Diva up for sale. As you can tell, it's not going well.
I think the universe is trying to tell me something ... and I'm pretty sure I don't like the message.
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