First lesson learned: Wheat Thins, when left under the back seat of a pickup truck for, say, 6 weeks or so will have the consistency of a sponge. (WARNING: If one is unsure how long the box of Wheat Thins has been hiding in the aformentioned truck, a taste test is NOT the first step to take to determine whether they are edible or not. Expiration dates were created for a reason.)
I can safely say that’s about how well packing is going so far. It’s always easier to pack for the two equines than myself; they have three categories of belongings – clothing, tack, and feed. All their stuff gets packed into the spacious tack room of my gooseneck trailer whereas I (in contrast) have an entire dorm room full of belongings that I don’t remember acquiring – all of which somehow need to be compressed into the cubic footage of the backseat of my Chevy Silverado. (And who says I don’t have excellent spatial skills?)
Before I get much further, I’ll introduce myself. I’m Jesha. I’m 20, planning to graduate Albion College in spring of 2011 with an exercise science major and my BHS certification, and I own two horses – Shevy and Marly. They’re pretty much my life in a nutshell.
I compete Marly in eventing, currently at Training level (looking at moving up to Prelim in June!) Shevy’s pretty much along for the ride; he was my first horse. He turned 21 this year and, while he is still ridden daily (often used for lessons or leased out) I don’t compete him anymore. He’s Marly’s best friend and partner in crime. Some upper-level horses have a goat or a chicken or another variety of small animal to keep them sane and happy. Marly has Shevy. (Trust my competition horse to go the expensive route and want a full-size best friend!) Of course, I don’t mind – Shevy had a permenant home with me from the moment I bought him anyway; he’s a good soul and worth his weight in gold.
This summer’s plans are looking pretty grand so far. If I ever finish packing, I will be moving myself and my horses to Franklin, TN, to be a working student for Bill Hoos. I have worked for Bill the past two summers and I’ve had some of the greatest experiences of my life – for both me and Marly. Without the help of the Hoos family, Marly would be light-years behind where he is today. Seems like this summer is going to be especially busy; the show schedule includes 9-10 events, and Bill had mentioned the possibilty of as many as 6 of the young horses need to be started under saddle…plus it’s foaling season! Thus, I will have no shortage of things to write about.
And on that note, second life lesson: dorm rooms eat socks. I don’t know how, but they do. How else could I possibly end up with, like, twelve lone socks missing their mates? (Maybe they’re hiding in my truck with the Wheat Thins?)