Sunday.

I went to go visit the mare yesterday. It was a very odd trip. Odd because it will be the last time that I will "leave" her at the barn. The next time I go down, I will leave after she's (hopefully) loaded in the trailer. I'm not sure how I feel. Denali looks AMAZING!! A little thinner than I'd like, but soundness-wise, she looks great! I didn't even notice any neurological symptoms as she was FLYING through the air trying to attack the little pony. She was able to spin on her front end and turn her butt towards me and/or my friend Andrew in .5 seconds. Let's just say that 6 months of limited handling has left her feral...well, almost! She wasn't "horrible" but she did seem to forget EVERYTHING. Lots of reminders of space yesterday. Ugh. I am sure she would be better if I wasn't so sad. I cut off some of her tail to get made into a bracelet. I didn't get far enough under her tail, and now she has a horrible haircut to remember me by. Lucky her.

I felt fine while we were there, and was proud of my lack of tears. After pulling out of the barn I got sad. I haven't really gotten over the sad part. I will "hopefully" feel better when they call to tell me that she made it safe and sound.

I talked to her new "owner" today. I sent him out my crazy, ridiculous contract. He said it looked fine, and he doesn't anticipate any problems. I told him she was a bit "wild" yesterday (I don't want him to have any surprises.) He didn't seem concerned. He told me his son does steer wrestling, Denali shouldn't be a problem. Funny.  A week from today she should be on acres and acres running around and being a horse. They are coming this week......

Today I went to work at GWB. I spent some time with Vera but didn't ride. I didn't have time, and want some adult supervision. She is in heat (or at least I HOPE that's her problem.) She had her ears pinned at all the chestnut ponies. No joke! It's sort of funny. I am still trying to figure out the saddle issue. A Custom Saddle rep boards at our barn. She and I had a talk about saddles. We'll see. I don't know. A saddle means you're committed. I don't know if I have the heart to get attached to something right now.

 I just feel "weird." I don't know. I feel like I just got out of a bad relationship, and I just don't know how much I want to commit to this relationship. I am making up excuses. I feel guilty, and sort of "blah."

In other weekend news, a wonderful woman that I know lost her barn yesterday. The whole stable burned down, but "luckily" (if you can have luck with a fire) all horses were turned out. No one (animal or people) was hurt. Still everything is gone.

Think good thoughts for Denali this week.