We had a lot of fun yesterday, a few surprises. My hates- the -trailer horse got right in and my 5 year old, who is usually quite reasonable, is going to need some slow remedial work.
Dandy and Boo both practically dragged me in to get to the hay in the hay net and wanted to stay. In any event I was out there for 3 hours in the cold and sunshine when a light bulb went off in my head. Horse in hand I realized that 1) It was Tuesday. 2) It was guild meeting Tuesday and finally 3) I had missed a great presentation on weaving with new fibers. I had lost track of the days...again. I am sometimes surprised when my farrier shows up. "Wow, Gene, look Morgans out there. I guess it's trim day!" By that point I'm grabbing my coat and gloves and making for the paddock to catch someone to start on.
I didn't even pick up a weaving shuttle yesterday I am sad to say, opting instead for my own hair shirt of punishment to clean out a closet that was bursting at the frame.
I'm on track today though...it's Wednesday, I'm sure of it and my escorts Juno and Buzz are waiting patiently on the front porch to accompany me to the barn.