this year, we drove up on a friday night, arrived late, and i settled in to work for a bit before we tumbled into bedding for a very unpleasant sleep. the next day, we drove to the sticks and, for once, did not dine at the catfish round up and rv park. i just honestly don't know what on earth we did.
oliver was spending some pretty serious time as the world's saddest boy from the moment we got there. an incredible funk. we said our hellos and then we all walked across the front lawn and through this gorgeous old turn stile, that oliver wouldn't let me take his photo with, and into horse pasture number one. the most stunning horses came rolling up from pasture number two when uncle howard banged on a pot, or something that indicated he was passing out horse foods. these were just big, old horse beasts, like they had stepped straight off a black backgrounded blanket with a picture of horses and eagles on it, purchased from a truck stop in colorado.
they were a little intimidating, especially when your mother instinct is on and your little children are in the path. oliver was not wanting anything to do with them. i was worried it was one of those things where he really wanted to, but was being held back by whatever unnamed force and would later be super sorry for no horse pettings.
the horses got a little horsey and threw their manes and bounced a bit and we got the hell back through the turn stile. where i tricked oliver into letting me take the saddest photo of him.
then it was time to bring out uncle howard's newest to him horse. it was older and gentle and he took it off someone's hands. mason rode the horse, but oliver flat out refused to even pet it. nothing doing. wouldn't pet, wouldn't talk. just sulked. meanwhile, violet was all over that horse. yanking his nose. poking his eyes. she was in love.
i am aghast that i cannot remember if i rode the horse. i'm thinking i didn't, but for the life of me, i can't figure out why not. and i guess brian didn't either. what on earth were we doing?
we went inside and at some point, oliver agreed he would like to rest on a bed and that was the first time he ever told me his brain hurt. just when i thought he was going to throw up straight into my face, he turned on the oliver charm and we went back out to the crowd. i finally got him to admit he wanted to check out that horse and uncle howard and oliver and i got in this golf cart thing and went out to get the mail and we put mason in the trunk of it and stopped by the horse pen. uncle howard just up and climbed right over the fence like he was in the cirque du soleil and i handed oliver over to him and oliver pet the horse.
at some point, i walked with mason and oliver to the back pasture and there were those magnificent horses and they were just out there posing in front of these sunbeams and my jaw dropped off my face and was buried in the wild grasses. mason kept on walking toward them, despite my protestations and the fact that they were only behind a fake fence. it was only there for them to pose behind. and they were starting to scoot around the end of it and toward us. these were younger, less domesticated horses. the blood of wild mustangs squirting through their dispositions. mason was also making some kind of noise to irritate the horses and i was like, "really? do you want to be trampled?"
at some point, he finally stopped and retreated. perhaps i turned on the mom. we started back the other way and ran into bridget, brian, imo, and kinsleigh and the little kids had a grand time searching for pecans in the grass.
the old ladies crack me up a little in these. so adorable.
the looks on their faces! brian and a horse!