1. I received a gift from my friend, and neighbor, Nancy. She loves to quilt and made me this wall hanging of Kersey. I admit to getting a bit teary eyed when she gave it to me. Isn't it perfect above Kersey's bed?
2. We finished out November with 85% of normal rainfall. It felt like a lot of rain to Brett and I -- a storm every 7 days or so -- but we've been in a drought situation since we moved here so we don't really know what normal is here. Southern California, where we were both born and lived most of our lives, is very dry compared to Northern California.
3. It has also been very cold; lots of frost, ice and even some snow before Thanksgiving. The arena is very soggy for the hour or two each day that it thaws. The rest of the time it is frozen rock hard. The sand is holding a lot of water. I think our new normal will be riding in the spring and fall, with infrequent rides in summer (when it is ungodly hot) and winter.
4. I've been thinking about working with Mufasa. We haven't gotten many (okay, just two) inquiries from the ad so it looks like he will be with us for a while. The last few times we've needed to bring him into the barn, Brett has asked me to deal with him. The energy between the two of them just doesn't work. Isn't it funny the way that is? Just like with people, there are some horses you click with and some you don't. Brett and Mufasa never clicked and it has just gotten more difficult over time. They've lost confidence in each other and Brett has a very short fuse that quickly runs to frustration and anger. I feel something with Mufasa; I can't really say what it is at this point but I want to explore it. He trusts me and I think my quiet, patient energy suits him better than Brett's energy. Since the arena isn't useable at this point, I'll be concentrating on groundwork to build trust and confidence. We'll see how it goes. There is a little voice in the back of my head reminding me that Mufasa is awesome on the trail -- and wouldn't it be cool to have a trail horse to ride. Lucy hates the trail; too many things to worry about out there; trolls and dwarfs in the bushes and trees.
5. If it works out with Mufasa, I might have to change his name. I have been using a different name in my head for him since he arrived. Brett hated it... I might need to broach it again. He looks like Cinnamon to me.