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All your traction are belong to us
You have no chance to stay upright. Pad your bum.
Heh. Is it wrong that I still like to riff that particular ‘net fad? I can’t help it–I have a soft spot for it. That and the llama song. I like to sing the llama song while I walk the mares. Not so sure the mares like the llama song… but maybe it’s just my singing they object to.
At any rate: we have snow. And ice. And twenty degree temperatures.
Which means I had to go out and buy new boots. My tennis shoes didn’t have any traction on dry concrete, so I didn’t fancy trying to push the feed cart up the icy hill in them. Oh, ok. In the spirit of full disclosure: I pushed the feed cart up the icy hill in my tennis shoes on Monday and it was… not pretty. So now I have new boots. Never let it be said that I don’t learn from my mistakes.
I also had to buy new gloves, because my old ones disappeared. I loved those gloves. Years ago, my brother had seen me come home from the barn with three pairs of frozen wool and polar fleece gloves. (I have this habit of spilling water while I’m hauling it, you see, which soaks the gloves. Which would then freeze on my hands. Which was bad. Hence dragging several pairs back and forth to the barn.) My brother took pity on me and bought some very nice skiing gloves for me: no bulk, warmer than polar fleece, and water resistent. Plus, when I got them soaking wet, they wouldn’t freeze on my hands. I could keep working. A beautiful thing.
Unfortunately, as I said, they disappeared on me. So I went out and bought new ones. I felt all warm and fuzzy at the store. It’s rare that I really, really enjoy buying something, but I do love my skiing gloves.
(And because Murphey’s Law is what it is, I found my old gloves at the bottom of my tack locker tonight. But that’s ok: if one pair of skiing gloves are good, two pair are infinitely better.)
I just need to buy some silk long johns and a new hat and I’ll be set for the winter.
Are you ready? Because if it hasn’t hit you yet, it’s coming. [Insert dramatic Doom and Gloom music here.]
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