I’m about to give up on wordpress and move the blog elsewhere. I write all posts on my cell phone through the app and now it is having some mid life crises with my images not letting me center some of them and not allowing me to edit. I’m frustrated and blogging is supposed to be an outlet for me. UGH! Sorry for the rant, but this is ridiculous and I can’t spend any more time trying to fix this post so sorry in advance for the wonky look.
Or… How I Can Justify Anything If I Want It Badly Enough
Or…How Consumerism Helps With The Stress Of Medical Boards
Or… The Husband Needs To Run More Often
Friday morning started off innocently enough. The alarm went off at 6:30 am, I stumbled to the shower mumbling something about early retirement looking good these days, and turned the water to “melt your skin off” levels.
And that is when the day stopped being innocent.
As the water was warming up I glanced at my phone and saw that someone I didn’t know had messaged me around midnight. Who does that? Aren’t most people old like me and asleep? I opened it and stared for a while:
I mean, not really. I have a lovely Bates saddle that I bought brand spanking new in December. It fits us both well enough. Though truth be told I’ve been a bit worried about some dry patches after our hot rides of late and sitting the canter has been exceptionally difficult and well….
Being a responsible and proudly frugal adult….I asked for pictures, about a possible trial and where she was located.
No harm in asking plus I figured with the late hour of the message she was likely a west coaster. I had zero interest in paying exorbitant shipping fees on a saddle I don’t need. She’d respond with a CA address and that would be that. I could carry on with life as normal.
She was in GA. And the pictures looked good.
Still though. It was a 3 hour drive to her and let me repeat this again: I don’t need another jump saddle. I have 3 already.
I got around for work, sent the kiddo off to school and tried to go about my morning.
Something kept bothering me though. I had been looking for 6 months for this saddle. New it would cost over double the asking price used. Even if it didn’t work I could resell it.
I didn’t last long before I texted the Hubby
You see, we just so happened to be going to Atlanta for the weekend so someone…not me I assure you…could run his first 100 mile race. The seller was only 20 minutes from our hotel.
Fate. Destiny. I don’t know what you all believe but I could not pass this up.