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nYes, I’m late. Yes, I forgot. Sometimes, I get busy.
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nIt’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.
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nSo, 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 …
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nI 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.
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nThus, yesterday brought me another round of disappointment. I ought to be used to that by now.
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nFor those who aren’t familiar with the story, here goes.
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nI 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.
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nAfter 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.
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nI think the universe is trying to tell me something … and I’m pretty sure I don’t like the message.
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nSo, if you’re looking for a project horse, check out these videos:
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nIt’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.
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nSo, 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 …
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nI 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.
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nThus, yesterday brought me another round of disappointment. I ought to be used to that by now.
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nFor those who aren’t familiar with the story, here goes.
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nI 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.
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nAfter 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.
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nI think the universe is trying to tell me something … and I’m pretty sure I don’t like the message.
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nSo, if you’re looking for a project horse, check out these videos:
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- nhttps://youtu.be/jMiHiWL-ugwn
- nhttps://youtu.be/zwDzTHB0d5on
- nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d4_0GuXG4S0.n
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