Of Course It Does

So Spring Break is over and classes have resumed. Somewhere during "break", my student mojo disappeared. I have absolutely ZERO motivation to go to class. Of the five I registered for, I made it to exactly two of them so far—the yarn/fabric-related ones.

That's right, this dedicated student blew off three out of five classes already, and it's only Tuesday. Today I woke up, turned off the alarm, realized how utterly exhausted to the bone I felt, said "I can't do this today" and went back to sleep.

I realized that it was my turn to need a Day Off. I didn't really get one during break, with all the furniture moving, house cleaning and rearranging, packing, unpacking, and other estate nonsense. No, I tried to "make ample use of my time" instead.

Bad move. Shoulda just kicked it a few. I'm sure the two yarn crawls I couldn't afford were out of desperation (escape into yarn, pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist). Yeah, I said two. I hit a new shop Monday morning instead of going to classes. I spent $100. I swear, really, it's yarn for woven saleables. Really. Except for the Favorite Socks book. That's just for me.

After my lazy-ass lie-in today, I decided since it was going to be darn near 70 degrees and sunny, I must spend the day at the barn with my horses. The lazy-ass attitude continued through "brunch" and I didn't leave the house until 3 pm. *shrug* Well, the sun doesn't set until past 7 now, plenty of time.

Then I felt a shimmy in my car. The "low tire" light has been on for a few days. I just put air in them. They should be fine. Well, I had visions of a blown tire and a dramatic spin out into a ditch or being stranded out in BFE, so I dropped by my local auto repair guy (the one Dad used for 46 years) and got it checked—for free. I love small town life.

Turns out, the belt is separated in the tire. And, the car is smart enough to tell me about the low tire, but not smart enough to shut off the light when the tire has been re-aired. The tires came with the car. That means they are six years old. My Dad. So frugal. The car only has 26,000 miles on it (4,000 of which I put on it since taking it over in July).

So I spent $300 on yarn last week.

Now, I need $200 worth of new tires, and labor. Which will probably amount to another $100. (OK, this is Small Town USA. 50 bucks.) Which, totaled, equals my yarn carnage.

Of course.

They swapped the front tire with a rear tire in the meantime and declared it safe to drive. I made it to the barn. What a mud lolly! Even the parking lot. Because of the mud/muck in the, er, mudlot (arena attached to the barn), I couldn't get to Shaveya so I said hi to her over the fence. This is SERIOUS mud, people. Boarders have lost entire muck boots in the slop. It's like quickmuck. And it's not just dirt and water, if you know what I mean. The dirt is not just dirt, and the water isn't just melted snow.

Cheerios was easier to get to so he got to spend the day with me. I didn't really have a plan—just a horse jones. We mostly hung out. The weather was absolutely gorgeous and I feel more connected than I have in a while—of course, just being in the presence of woods and horses does something magical to the soul. I caught up with a few boarders, got all the barn gossip—it was good. I think my decision to blow off school, estate bills, taxes, cleaning, and life in general was the best decision I've made all week.

Even if I do have to pay for new tires on Thursday. Well, I spose I otter try to get to bed now—and try to make it to the classes I missed. Only seven more weeks of classes then I'm free. Seven more weeks. Seven more weeks. OK, six and a half. I can do this.

Labels: college life, estate nonsense, horses, musings

posted by Jeanne @ 12:58 AM