Distractions, part 1

My husband trains and races horses. Not professionally, but as a hobby and sanity-saver. Last year, after some encouragement, he bought a beautiful filly at the yearling sales...and lay awake for weeks worrying about her and the expense. At Christmas, his gift to me was part-ownership...and a brush to keep her well-groomed and spiffy.

This year she raced, quite successfully, which involved many trips to racetracks far and wide and even some lovely afternoons spent in owners' marquees. Great fun, and another reason I had less time to keep up with my blog.

Right now Jenna is enjoying a spell; just as well as I have a book to write and she is a huge distraction.

Labels: my everyday life

posted by Bronwyn Jameson @ 10:28 AM

Comments:

She looks lovely, Bronwyn, I can see why she'd be a distraction. There is something very therapeutic about grooming animals. I guess that's why they say people with pets are happier and live longer.

I must say though, I think you were hard done by at Christmas - your hubby gave you what you already have. Everyone knows that what's yours is yours and what's his is yours, too! First rule of marriage, isn't it? :)

posted by

Kirsty C : 11:37 AM

LOL Kirsty. Too true. Although there was something a bit special in seeing my name on the ownership papers. Plus there is backstory (as with every story) in that our sons, being sons, had been ribbing their father about the previous horses he'd gifted me. Once when we married, again as an anniversary present, and neither horse were exactly racetrack successes. Both lovely in their own right, just not very fast. He, being male, had to make amends. ;-)

posted by

Bronwyn Jameson : 11:45 AM

Ah, a name on the papers, I understand. I had never considered that horses would have ownership papers, but now I think about it, of course they would. (Can you tell I'm not a country girl?)

I never caught the horse bug that some of my girlhood friends did, which is a pity. I imagine riding is great fun. I always love those scenes where the hero and heroine take a few hours' ride to a deserted picnic spot and...have a picnic. *ahem*

posted by

Kirsty C : 6:11 PM

ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Me, want!

*sigh*

Bron, you lucky woman you :grin:

posted by

azteclady : 2:15 AM

Jenna is a beauty.

posted by

Jane : 7:00 AM

Kirsty, I am a big fan of those scenes as well. ;-) In fact any books with horses and I'm there!

Yep, I am veddy lucky. She is indeed a beauty.

Bron

posted by

Bronwyn Jameson : 5:46 PM

Owning a horse... It would be inspiration if you were writing a western!

She is a beauty, must it must be a lof of work.

posted by

Nathalie : 1:03 AM

Mmmm, I love the smell of horses. It's a very fond memory scent from my childhood. I was horse crazy as a kid. Kind of sad when you live in a city, but my dad would pick me up after girls' brigade drill on Saturday mornings and drive me north out of the city to a horse riding school (called the Triple 'R') where I had lessons every weekend from when I was about eight or nine, on grooming, care, riding. I absolutely loved it--even when the horse I had week-by-week baulked at a jump and I went flying over the thing without my mount. Campaigned long and hard for about five years for a horse of my own and still rode fairly regularly until I met my dh. But yeah, there's something just so special about the creak of horse leather and the scent of the animal. Ahhhh.

And Bron, your Jenna is an absolute honey. And she paces well too, yes? ;-)

posted by

Yvonne Lindsay : 5:56 AM