I have written and deleted an awful lot of whiney posts this week.
The short version: Vermont allowed boarding barns to open up last Wednesday (5/6). My barn has not yet opened up.
One of the reasons I chose my barn was their neurotic attitude toward horse care. I have never, ever been disappointed in the way they take care of Tristan, and have not had a single concern or qualm about the way they have taken care of him during the lockdown.
Logically, that neuroticism has extended to our current situation. Vermont is only seeing one or two new cases per day, and is frequently one of the few states named as safe to open up when you read articles about the various measures for such things. We’re testing literally anyone who wants to get a test, even if you’re asymptomatic.
So it’s hard to know that the barn could be open but is not, but it’s also paired with the knowledge that I trust them deeply. That does not make things easier, but it is the familiar feeling of this whole awful thing: nothing is the way it should be, even simple things evoke great discomfort, and there are no good choices anymore.
Repost of us as BABIES thanks to Joan from Flatlands Foto ❤
I was able to see Tristan for 15 minutes on Tuesday, my birthday. I got out of the car and called to him in his turnout and I am not really a person who anthropormorphizes animals but I am absolutely clear and certain that he came to high alert immediately – that high neck, nose-blowing alertness directly at me as soon as he heard my voice. So that was gratifying. I fed him an apple, which he was grumpy about (I should recount the saga of Tristan and apples someday; they are star-crossed frenemies, but it was all I had at home), and petted him for a little bit, and then he wandered off to nose away snow and eat spring grass.
I also have a meeting at the barn on Saturday to get training on safety protocols, with an eye to a soft opening and some riding time next week. I don’t know what either of those things look like yet, but I remain hopeful.
In the meantime, I am walking the dog, baking, sewing, and working out. Reading intermittently – I’m either completely engrossed or grumpy about whatever I’m reading. Not really watching TV a whole lot – it’s just not my preferred way of zoning out. Tinkering endlessly with my home office setup. Occasionally poking at the upstairs bathroom without any real motivation. I’m not ready to go back to work in person (honestly I’d work from home forever) but wow am I ready for the rest of my life to come back.