More whining. If I can’t whine at y’all, who else is there?
Several kind folks have found potential new horses. For this I am grateful. However, the idea of looking at prospects fills me with dread and ennui. Because:
1) I have already looked at nine horses this go round. Between WTF lamenesses and nice horses totally unsuited to my activities of choice, none were even close. I have not seen one worth a trial ride yet. In the beginning, I rode if the horse was even a remote possibility. These days I’m a lot quicker to say thank you for playing [Part II]. Every deadend makes me that much more reluctant to bark up another tree.
B) Previous Horse died in summer of 2009. That means I have been looking for a regular ride for four years. My optimism tanks runneth dry. I consider giving it all up and taking up … what? I have proven spectacularly unmotivated in the areas of charity work or productive industry. Given unoccupied time, I am likely to watch Castle reruns and eat cookie dough. Yet, wave a horse show under my nose and watch the fire return. [Lessons From BrickFair]
3 or C) I have already identified the horse I want to ride and show: a sharp-looking, talented, 17-hand Thoroughbred who takes our breath away when he canters across the pasture. Sigh.
I know, I know. Big world, small problem. I need look no further than yesterday’s post. Plus, I’m sure I will eventually fish or get off the pot. Right now, it’s wearing me down.
Virtual Brush Box 
Watching Castle and eating cookie dough sounds about like my life some days, although I prefer Firefly and caramel. You are not alone, my dear. I am glad you have the Saddlebreds to keep you occupied.
There’s always crochet (but keep looking at horses).