Once a year, at the end of May, my partner (and partner in
crime) Jollin heads to Kentucky. At the
Kentucky Horse Park, her farm participates in the Egyptian Event (which really
is called just that). It’s a very, very
big deal in the Arabian horse world. Hundreds
of thousands of dollars are spent on this one event, where the Arabian elite
gather to network, buy, sell, and of course, to show.
What it means for our family is that she’s gone for a week
and a half. She left this morning at 3am
to travel to the barn and ride with the crew up to Kentucky (15 hour drive) and
get set up. This leaves myself and our other
poor roommate, Abby, to handle four miniature dachshunds, four cats, two
ferrets, and a 55 gallon fish tank. We
can handle it, sure. We do it every
year. We’re just not used to it, so
inevitably there’s some adjustment as we get up earlier, change our schedules,
and compensate.
I think I forgot to feed the cats this morning.
I fear their retaliation will be swift and violent.
UPDATE 5/31: Abby fed
the cats. I may, however, have killed
the betta in the big fishtank. And one
of the female guppies is pregnant. I fed
the fish frozen ice cubes o brine shrimp and bloodworms this morning…the things
I do for love.
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