Slow Sunday
Apr. 9th, 2007 02:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
murakoziThe school side of the barn is closed on Easter. That means there are no trail rides and the school horses are all turned out Saturday afternoon. As a result, only one person needs to be at the barn to keep an eye on things and to take care of feeding the boarder horses. As usual, I was that person yesterday.
It was a quiet day, which is good. Usually holidays alone at the barn can be a bit boring. This time I planned on finding some reading material beforehand to bring along. Naturally, I forgot to actually bring anything. Fortunately, one of the boarders was in to visit her horse and we chatted a little and twice a parent with some kids came in to show the kids horses. That helped pass the time.
Since I wasn't going to do any mucking or other really dirty work, I didn't bring a full change of clothes to wear for the drive home. I just brought some clean jeans, figuring my shirt'd be fine. That almost wasn't the case. When I got to the barn, whoever'd been there and done the morning work had already left and locked the doors. I don't have a key to the barn, so normally, I'd have been stuck and had to try to get hold of Don so he could contact someone with a key to come out and unlock things.
Fortunately, that wasn't necessary. One of the rear overhead doors to the barn developed a kink in its spring a little while back and will no longer close all the way. Don said last week he'd finally made an appointement to have it fixed or replaced along with one of the side overhead doors. Thank goodness that hadn't been done yet. On the plus side, there was enough room for me to get through. On the down side, it was barely enough room and the area right under the door wasn't exactly nice. My first inclination would've been to just slide through on my back, but the floor under the door was a patch of damp and the remnants of some shavings. Presumably, a horse was being led out, paused to relieve itself, and someone had thrown shavings on it then swept it out, leaving the damp area. Not something I really wanted to grind into the back of the only shirt I had with me.
So I went under the door face down on my toes and hands, holding my body just barely above the floor in order to avoid ending up smelling like horse urine for the rest of the day. I managed to come through clean aside from some dirt on my back from the bottom of the overhead door. Yay! In the process, I managed to make my sore foot even more sore though. Boo.
Next Sunday I'm not looking forward to. One of the morning people won't be there, so Don asked me to come in in the morning and work the full day, which'll be extra tiring and mean getting up early.
Even with the cool weather, the horses know it's spring and were looking longingly down at the grass pasture, hoping I'd open the gate and let them down there. That'll still be a week or two away at least, though. Then will come the little stampede when that gate opens up. That's always a fun thing to watch.
It was a quiet day, which is good. Usually holidays alone at the barn can be a bit boring. This time I planned on finding some reading material beforehand to bring along. Naturally, I forgot to actually bring anything. Fortunately, one of the boarders was in to visit her horse and we chatted a little and twice a parent with some kids came in to show the kids horses. That helped pass the time.
Since I wasn't going to do any mucking or other really dirty work, I didn't bring a full change of clothes to wear for the drive home. I just brought some clean jeans, figuring my shirt'd be fine. That almost wasn't the case. When I got to the barn, whoever'd been there and done the morning work had already left and locked the doors. I don't have a key to the barn, so normally, I'd have been stuck and had to try to get hold of Don so he could contact someone with a key to come out and unlock things.
Fortunately, that wasn't necessary. One of the rear overhead doors to the barn developed a kink in its spring a little while back and will no longer close all the way. Don said last week he'd finally made an appointement to have it fixed or replaced along with one of the side overhead doors. Thank goodness that hadn't been done yet. On the plus side, there was enough room for me to get through. On the down side, it was barely enough room and the area right under the door wasn't exactly nice. My first inclination would've been to just slide through on my back, but the floor under the door was a patch of damp and the remnants of some shavings. Presumably, a horse was being led out, paused to relieve itself, and someone had thrown shavings on it then swept it out, leaving the damp area. Not something I really wanted to grind into the back of the only shirt I had with me.
So I went under the door face down on my toes and hands, holding my body just barely above the floor in order to avoid ending up smelling like horse urine for the rest of the day. I managed to come through clean aside from some dirt on my back from the bottom of the overhead door. Yay! In the process, I managed to make my sore foot even more sore though. Boo.
Next Sunday I'm not looking forward to. One of the morning people won't be there, so Don asked me to come in in the morning and work the full day, which'll be extra tiring and mean getting up early.
Even with the cool weather, the horses know it's spring and were looking longingly down at the grass pasture, hoping I'd open the gate and let them down there. That'll still be a week or two away at least, though. Then will come the little stampede when that gate opens up. That's always a fun thing to watch.