|he's telling me bye! also, ignore the pile of|
trash to the left. previous renter accumulated
all that & hubby had to carry it to landfill
I arrived at the barn a little after 1. It was the first time seeing Razz in almost a whole month and he seemed just as happy to see me as I was him. He got a wonderful two hour grooming session and lots of cookies. Once I finished with him, I headed on into town to hang out with a friend until Hubs finished with work. We chatted about everything imaginable. It was tough giving her a good bye hug and knowing I wasn't going to be seeing her on the regular anymore. But she will def be coming up to visit me. We are already planning trips to Panther football games (we've attended together before & had a blast), Carolina Rebellion in May, and the casino in Cherokee to waste some money.
Hubs got home around six. I was starving so we ate dinner at Olive Garden, that way I could totally gorge myself on salad and breadsticks. And I ordered two Stellas. Usually hubby is the one enjoying beverage but not that night. Our house is down to bare essentials, and after dinner it was difficult for both of us to try and stretch out together on the love seat. It's the only piece of furniture left in the living room. I went to bed early and promptly passed out.
Which meant I was up early the next morning. Hubby was still sound asleep. Pretty sure he could sleep through a train wreck. By 9:30 he was up but I was going crazy, so left the house and went to the Southern States dealer for horse feed. I needed a couple bags of the same feed Razz has been eating. Chatted with those folks for a few minutes before going to see my friends at the tattoo shop.
They don't open til 11 but let me in early. Having just moved into a new building downtown, I was super excited to check it out. There are three artists working there and I consider all three to be good friends because I'm in there so much, it's a cool place to stop by and hang even if I'm not getting tattooed. The front room of the new shop is now an art gallery with several signed & numbered prints hanging in a group along one wall that were very interesting. A couple had horses and I was just about to ask the price on one, when I notice the price on the one above it was $5900. So I never inquired about the price of the first one that caught my eye. They were all by a fella named Giorgio Chirico. Turns out he inspired a lot of Salvador Dali's work, and you could certainly make the connection between the two. I was impressed with the shop really stepping their game up. They'd always been legit, but that was some serious artwork on display. No one else around has anything like that hanging on their walls for sale.
|the chirico prints|
|more of the new gallery|
|the unfinished bird painting on the left will be a free tattoo|
given away in December. i sure would like to
win that shit & finish up the "sock" on my
lower left leg.
My regular artist is one of my best friends. Our relationship started out as a customer/tattooer thing, but we quickly realized we were kindred spirits and started doing things together outside of the shop. Eventually we got to know one another's families too, and we'd take turns at each others' house for dinner and drinks. Telling her good bye was even harder than my friend the day before. I got tattooed as well. My right calf. Even though i really want to share my fresh ink I'm gonna hold off because I plan on doing a whole post in the near future on my tattoos. Many of them are horse themed.
|i did snag a pic of the work in progress tho|
After leaving the shop, I went home and changed into riding clothes and headed to the barn. It was 3:30 by now. All the barn girls were meeting up for a last ride with me and Razz. Fortunately the boy was still looking good from his intensive grooming the day before and tacking up went quickly. My calf was covered in medical tape, the clear kind that doctors use to cover i.v.'s and ports, and we enjoyed a wonderful ride through the Croatan for almost three hours. No one has ridden the Croatan since April and we weren't sure what to expect at first but it was perfect in there. No bugs and relatively clear trails. There were six of us riding, and I left my phone in my grooming bag back at the barn so zero media on my part :( We did ride up on a wildlife officer who was looking for some illeagal hunters from the night before. They'd ran from him and got away, & he said he'd sure like to have a horse to patrol on.
We got back to the barn just before it turned completely dark. Everyone groomed and chipped in together to feed the entire farm and knock it out quickly. I changed into a clean pair of jeans and met the others plus hubby at my favorite Mexican restaurant for dinner. The girls surprised me with a gift card to Tractor Supply since we have one in just about every town in the south, and they knew I'd be able to use it easily for necessities. I almost teared up at their kindness. Certainly wasn't expecting the gift. They also paid for me & husband's dinner. It was verrry hard to say good bye at the end of the night.
Seven a.m. the next morning, Sunday morning, I was loading my tack trunk into the car, and my cheeky chestnut into the trailer. It had been raining all morning which made everything suck, but turned to a light mist when it was time to load pony. Razz took about three minutes to get on the trailer and it felt like thirty.
Now it was time to make the trip back to the mountains that I'd been dreading the most. It was Razz's first time going farther west than Raleigh. He was trailering alone for over 5 hours. And it would begin to pour down rain approximately 10 minutes into the drive.
|so long, crystal coast|
We had to stop one time for gas in the truck. Razz began to paw til I opened the drop down and gave him a couple treats. One big sniff of the gasoline-infused air and he knew this was not his stop. An hour & a half later we arrived at the farm.
Razz unloaded safely. Relieved doesn't even begin to describe how I felt. Hubby and I made it across the state safely by ourselves. My horse proved once again that I just worry too much about things I shouldn't. Thankful for our safe trip, i now had to introduce my boy to his new herd mate...