The Year That Summer Wasn’t: Haflingering in the Time of COVID-19

And we went quiet again …

I’m not really sure if there’s been much to say, really.  This year is just … yeah.  Basically, it’s been a shitstorm for the last few months, and California was looking really good for a while there, and then things went crazy, and it’s just FUBARed all over again! And I’m totally using more Navy slang recently because I’ve been writing seaQuest DSV-related fanfic (REMEMBER THAT SHOW?!?!) so I’m in that frame of mind, because there’s been basically nothing for me to do and I can only play video games for so long.

On the plus side, not more than a few days after I wrote my last entry about the dearly beloved Flair, I totally did a social distance ride with a couple of friends.  It was really spur of the moment, like 10 minutes before I was ready to head out of the house to go feed, my friend Rachael asked if she could get a saddle pad I had borrowed back because trail riding, and I was all “And you didn’t ask me” and basically invited myself along. Ahahahaha. 😂 😂 😂  I went and fed, hitched up the trailer and twiddled my thumbs for a bit before throwing both ponies on the trailer and off we went.

Oh yeah, that’s right.  BOTH ponies.  Jet was feeling absolutely chipper and spunky, so I figured I’d bring her along to pony because Ellwood is flat flat flat.   I did have to winch her into the trailer with the lead rope around the chest bar while frantically shaking a bucket of grain, but once she got a few steps in, and realized she was getting offered grain, she barged the rest of the way in.   The advantage of having my own rig is I can park a billionty miles away from anyone else, and we didn’t get close enough to breathe on each other.   Jet had a blast.  She came off the trailer and was bellowing at the top of her lungs as if to say “I remember being here!”

We had a great time! we led the whole way, and Jet kept trying to out walk Mitch.  She’s still never going to be riding sound again, but this year has been kind to her as far as her DSLD goes (and ever since we went to Ellwood, she’s been a lot more spry and excited … maybe she just needed that little change of scenery).

Since then, I’ve been riding sporadically.  I’m home, most of the day, just trying to find something to keep me busy.  Turns out, that’s fanfic apparently and I’ve been writing up a storm.  The funniest thing is that I saw a horoscope thing recently that was putting family members that you’re quarantined with into the zodiac signs and making things up about them.  I don’t agree with what they wrote for Pisces at all, because it was “granny who knit you 8 sweaters even though it’s summer” and I A) don’t knit and B) am NOT a granny.  But the one for Virgo was way more accurate for me and that was “introverted sister writing fanfiction and thriving without social interaction” and I’m all …

I guess that goes to show how bunk horoscopes really are.  Haha!  I can’t say I’m totally “thriving” because I miss my Star Wars costume troops like crazy, and I text people constantly and I think they’re sick to death of me by now, but I’ve been binge watching my submarine show again and the nostalgia from that is just like “fuck yeah.” I binge watched my way through Cursed, and that was just chock full of the Celtic/Arthurian mythos that I love so I geeked out over that for a few days.  I don’t really have anyone to share the geekery with,  but I’m not wilting away from the lack of ‘socialization’ so I’m doing all right.  There’s always a worry about the future, but I take each day as it comes, and so far, I’ve been lucky.

I think that’s all for now.  I do have some news about the fact that I’ve signed Mitch and myself up for the Virtual Tevis Ride, and we’re about 8 miles down the trail so far, but that’s an update for another time. (which will probably be once-a-week updates until we hit all 100 miles)  Until then, hoping everyone is staying safe!