The headstone is really beautiful....I hope I have one as nice....not that it'll matter....and not to soon, of course.
As far as guys go....I think you're trying to hard.....quit looking, have fun, and things will happen. Frankly, I'd slow down a bit and just enjoy doing your own thing......get significant others involved and life becomes a compromise.....
So, after 30 years I can tell you......to keep something like this going...you have to care more about the other person than you do yourself. Dangerous isn't it? I gave blood the other day...the lady asked me what size tee shirt I wanted.....so I told her...well, the DW wears a medium so I guess I'll have one of those.....small stuff matters too....
Life for most young people is all about them.....so it's hard to have a relationship when it's all about me......get two people, each all about themselves and it makes it darn near impossible....
Unto everything there is a time and a place.
Your time is now, but for other things....first....does that make sense?
Lovely marker, Wallaby. If it is not inappropriate, please thank the owners on my behalf for recognizing the importance you and Lacey played in each others' lives and being thoughtful enough to give the marker in remembrance of it.
If an opportunity arises, I will sure thank them on your behalf, Chevaux!
They're such kind people. Definitely "interesting" at times, but always well-intentioned and well-meaning.
Lacey really made sure I got to meet a lot of really wonderful people - the pasture owners, ALL of you guys...DANG. That horse. :)
THE INTERVIEW. Guys, the interviewwwww.
I could so go either way on this. I really have no idea.
And I'm still so tired [7 hours of traveling yesterday, 3 hours of riding...5 hours of sleep] so this might be all kinds of non-nonsensical. But I'm going to try.
First, the drive to the beach was GORGEOUS. So so pretty!
We were late getting started and we took a number of solid breaks going there [my friend who came too brought her dog and he isn't the world's best traveler - this was his first "longer than an hour" car trip] so we ended up pulling in to the place/stable right at 2pm.
My interview wasn't until 2:30 but I went in anyway and they were a-ok with me being there early.
First they had me read the employee manual and asked me to write down any/all questions I could think of. Which, for me, wasn't hard! Haha I can alwaysssss come up with more questions!
I made sure to ask about their training philosophies and such. Wonderful thing - they believe in "wet saddle blanket"-type training. No "beating" the horses into submission, just lots of work.
The guy was very eager to outline their whole training program for me and I really liked what I heard.
He told me that they wanted me to feel free to ask any questions that I could think of and that they were always open to entertaining suggestions [something that's good! Because I have questions AND suggestions, always. Hahaha].
While I was there, they had a group of little girls there for Pony Club and I was able to spend a lot of time talking with them. I tried to ask them a lot of questions about what they're learning, etc, because kids will give you the straight info [just to make sure the guy^ wasn't just reading off the "right" answers or something].
And the kids pretty much backed up everything that the guy said.
So that was excellent!
Then, I was sent with another guy to make sure I could catch, saddle, and bridle a horse. HA. Of course.
So I did that!
THEN, I guess the office messed up and miscalculated the number of riders for the ride I went on so there was a sudden flurry of preparation to get 5-6 more horses ready to go. I got to help saddle quite a few of those horses and I got to watch how the worker-people all interacted together.
I made a new little friend:
Then I got to watch as people were mounted onto horses.
I got to ride a little brown Arab named Woody. Hahaha
He was real adorable.
We rode down a little trail, across the highway, then through a park, across the dunes, and onto the beach.
We got to walk and trot on the beach, no cantering. [GOOD.]
One of the girls who worked there told me to do some trotting, that she wanted to see me ride, so good ol' Woody and I obliged.
1. That horse had a real rough trot.
2. I haven't done that much posting in MONTHS.
3. I'm really sore now.
4. HE TRIED TO RUN AWAY WITH ME. However, I shut him down and it was alll good.
But, GUYS, I CANTERED A STRANGE HORSE [for 2 steps, butttt stillllll]. And I wasn't even scared!
So that all went pretty well.
Then we got to the turn around spot and people got to have their pictures taken. I chilled on mah' horse.
Then we went back to the barn.
I got my own pair of guests to look after. Hahaha
So I really don't know what I'd choose if they offered the job to me.
I loved it [it was just like that camp I used to work at! Minus horomonal/screaming children] but there were also aspects I disliked.
There's the whole moving thing.
There's the goat thing.
There's needing to get a "new" car because my van would probably die 15 miles into the journey.
There's the fact that pretty much all the horses had Tom Thumb bits and most didn't neckrein [I can half understand this because, for non-riders in an unconfined area, stopping power is probably good...buuuuut still.]
The whole place smelled like stale cigarettes.
There were parts of the job that didn't look all that great [helping the horses cross the highway, walking on foot]..but even the best job has those!
SO MANY of the horses were stopping and eating during the ride.
1 out of 4 the 4 people I'd be working with might be the worst. She was one of those show-off-y type girls [she's the owner's granddaughter]=disliked her. But she wasn't as bad as she could have been! Just more of a "I'm going to make this horse misbehave so I can look like SUCH A COOL RIDER"-type rider.
3 out of 4 people I'd really be working with seemed really cool.
The horses all had really decent hoofcare.
They were all in really good condition - weight and fitness level. Not too fat, not too skinny.
The horses had TONS of room for turnout.
There were plenty of horses so no one horse got overused.
Saddle fit was super emphasized.
The horses all clearly had had a lot of time devoted to their training - they all stood for mounting, stood [unhaltered] for bridling.
All the employees I talked to seemed to really enjoy working there - they were into the job and not burned out or sullen.
The guy said I would probably hear from them within 48 hours. AH! So stressful!!
Anyway, I almost hope they don't offer me a job because how am I going to choooooose??
Would it be bad, f they offer it to me, to ask them if I can have a week to decide?
Because I kinda feel like, if it's right, those thing^ [where to live, what to do with the goats, a car, etc] should kinda fall into place. And, if it's not right, they won't.
I don't know, I would feel bad accepting and then being all "just kidding" if things didn't work out...?
I would think it is a good job for you!
Of course it is hard to move away from home, but it can be worth it (I spent 4 years in a different country from my family and friends, came back sane, but also full of experiences and all kinds of treasures).
You would get to ride in a nice place, and you can always leave if you think it is getting too much for you.
Is there anyone who can take care of yours goats? I mean for summer they don't need much right? Can your parents keep and eye on them? Or your neighbor?
I bet you gould teach NG to look after them *wink* haha
It sounds FANTASTIC and I personally think you should jump on it if you get the chance....all those things, (housing transportation etc) are going to happen eventually and if you can do it with support from your family and friends etc then itll all work out!
It sounds like a fun summer job......I've chased coins all over the globe... I've had some great adventures for sure...I made a lot of money doing it, but I've also had my share of heart ache over it as well.
Here's a couple of things to keep in mind.
The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.
There's no place like home. (Just ask Dorothy).
It's the devil you know, versus, the devil you don't know.....and the devil is always in the details.
Follow your heart and let it be your guide. You'll never go wrong that way...