Sometimes I feel like I'm in one of those Final Destination movies. I did a tarot card reading for the month of February and turned up two cards that warned about accidents close to home. If I stopped riding the horses every time I turned up a negative card, I'd never get to ride, so I just keep on riding and hope for the best.
When I slipped and fell across the street from my house, I thought that was the accident close to home and I was done having accidents for the month. The cards also predicted that things were going to break down around the house. Whenever that type of prediction comes up, I cringe, because our refrigerator has been humming awfully loud lately.
I had the problem with the water trough rusting out and leaking. Then I had the problem with all of my manure forks breaking on the same day. I began paying closer attention to my tack, thinking the cards would kill two birds with one stone should a rein or latigo break while I'm riding.
I got Bombay all tacked up and ready to go.
I tried out a couple of other step stools for mounting, but they were too short and one had a tall handle that was in the way, just waiting for me to hook my boot under it while attempting to swing my leg over. I gave up and just lunged Bombay in the round pen.