June, July & August have been incredibly busy for me between the job and life in general. Life in general because this happened:
In an act of road rage, someone swerved in front of me and slammed on his brakes, brake-checking me. The first time it happened, I managed to avoid hitting him. However, the second time he swerved in front of me and came to a dead stop, purposefully causing me to hit him. Then, the driver floored it and tried to drive off, but I went after him and got his license plate number. Not that it's done me any good; he lied to his insurance company about what happened (saying that he didn't brake-check me, that he was just slowing down because he heard me honk at him), so they found me at fault. But $3,700 later, my truck looks like new again:
I'm sure you can imagine how happy we were to pay that out of our own pockets.
My job has been crazy because I drew the short stick for the NCHA derby held in Fort Worth for three weeks, which would have been TERRIBLE if work hadn't loaned me their (3500 dually) work truck since I had no transportation of my own. Between my deadlines for those stories, another story I was writing, dealing with the insurance companies and police from the wreck and having 11-hour work days where Philip would drop me off at work at 8:00 AM, head to his own job in Dallas, and then pick me back up at 6:30 or 7 PM when he got back to Fort Worth...well, the blog has been the farthest afterthought possible.
But I'm happy to report that I had a vacation last week where I got to go visit my grandparents, and Philip and I had a mini-vacation at his friend's lakehouse on Lake Palestine this past weekend. Even the Corg got to go along. Despite not liking the motor noises at first, she warmed up to the boat:
But once we got to the "swimming hole" and got out of the boat, it was hard to tell if she spent the time in the water terrified or happy. She turned out to be a good swimmer, but she much preferred to rest on the noodle with me holding her to anything or anyone else.
Even when Philip tried to hold her, she fought to swim back to me. Poor little short-legged corg.
In the world of horses, Rosa has been doing really well. She has reached the point where she's started questioning what I ask of her (silly teenagers), but we've had several pretty good rides lately where I insist she do as I ask and she concedes that might be a good idea. And meanwhile, she's really looking like a horse and not an awkward baby anymore!
Chica's doing really well, too. In fact, she's been more sound in the last few months than she has been since she was denerved. Philip and I have been riding a few times, and she's wonderful with him. We took the ponies trail riding one weekend, and even Rosa was a rock star. She spooked at a bench (and nearly jumped out from underneath me, thanks cutting horse bloodlines) and spooked at her reflection in a window, but other than that, she didn't really spook at any other "scary" things. It might have been the older horses' influence, but I think she has a good brain in there somewhere.
As futurity season gears up, I'm preparing for the imminent Season O' Work Travel. This Saturday I fly to Idaho for a week, then two weeks later I fly to Vegas for 5 days, then a week after that I go to Reno for a few days. In October, I'll be in California. And I don't even know what November and December will look like yet. So if you don't hear from me on here for a while, I'm probably buried in horses and articles. And I'm okay with that.
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