Peepers and Me

Happy Monday, wonderful blog readers! I hope everyone had a terrific weekend!

Saturday was spent at a friend's bridal shower. I would have rather gone to the Southern Maryland Celtic Festival. The fact that I detest weddings and all the lovey-dovey things that go with them aside, it's hard to be excited about this wedding. They've been dating for 6 years and cohabitating for at least half of that, so the only thing that's really changing is her last name. And then there's the small point that this person whom I've known for nearly 17 years is almost totally unknown to me now.

There's nothing to be sad about here, really. People grow in different ways and move on to different things and that's just the way it is. Her life is moving forward, and it's going great for her, and it seems she's getting what she wants out of life. I am happy that things are working out for her, but I would have rather spent my Saturday doing something I enjoy, instead of suffering through something I didn't. But I do support her and I am happy for her and that is why I went.

The better part of Sunday was spent with Peepers. That's not as strange as it sounds! Peepers is a very pretty cream-colored horse, who was very tolerant of me and my total lack of experience while riding her. As a 5 month belated birthday present, my friend Fox took me riding. It's something both of us have wanted to do but never had the opportunity. I didn't control my horse very well (she followed too closely) but she didn't need a lot of direction either. Peepers wanted to be at the front of the line, and took all the little shortcuts in the path she could to get there. We ended up right behind the guide. This benefited me since I had advanced warning for when we were going to move a little faster. But, that also meant that Fox and his horse Bonanza had to work to catch up to us (and Bonanza had other ideas about that). Maybe next time we can take the trail together.

It was great fun anyway. Even though I'm terribly sore today, I can't wait to do it again. Maybe I can convince my mother to not go kayaking once a month. Maybe....