Who the Hell Pissed Off Tláloc??
If it's you, I want you to quit it. Tláloc does NOT appear to be happy.
Don't get me wrong, rain and green grass are much nicer than wildfires and evacuations, but honestly! Could we get a bit of a break here?
Friday a.m., we woke up to thunderstorms and rain. I don't know what on earth our hay delivery guy was thinking, but he drove up from Santa Fe in an open flatbed trailer without a tarp or other covering, and seemed surprised when I told him to just turn around and drive that soaking wet hay back down the hill, because I wasn't going to feed it to the horses. We were down to a total of 6 bales of hay for the guys, which isn't even a week's worth, so we told the hay guy we'd plan on coming down to Santa Fe with our horse trailer on Sunday, since it's obviously covered, but it means we could only get 55 or so bales, and not the 120 we ordered. The skies cleared up enough by mid-afternoon, when I was done with work that Bhen and I went out and trotted a quick 7 miles or so.
Saturday a.m., having finally gotten my new saddle, D and spent a couple of hours working on adjustments for it. Pesky little things like the length of the stirrup leathers. D is 6 feet tall. I am 5'4". Do you think there's an issue when HE can't reach the stirrups, even when they are shortened as far as they will go? We wound up having to drill a bunch of extra holes in the leather, and then cut off over a foot of excess before I could use them. Anyway, we finally got that squared away, and dashed off to the horse park so I could try the saddle on Bhen and actually ride in it. We did a tour of the round pen, at the walk and the trot, and made a few more adjustments and I decided I would head out for a quick ride to try it out further, but realized how quickly the black clouds had started to build, and noticed - eek - lightning, so we turned around and headed back to the lot and I got him untacked and back in the barn before the worst of the downpour started.
Sunday, it was raining when we got up. It had started to clear by about 8:00, so we took a chance, got the trailer, and headed down to Santa Fe. The weather held for the trip down and back, but as we unloaded the last of the bales into storage at the horse park, the first drops of rain started. We initially thought it would clear up, and I had plans to .... you guessed it.... ride again..... but the sky started to look like this:
And within a few minutes, there was a downpour so heavy, the gutters were having trouble managing the amount of water. And then the hail started, first pea-sized, and then grape-sized. It was enough to leave the front yard looking like winter in July.
I was really happy I was at home, and not out on the mesa-top on Bhen, trying to navigate thru all that and not get drenched and/or electrocuted.
He and I are supposed to head out to Ft. Stanton to ride in another 2 weeks. So could whoever is sacrificing chickens or virgins or whatever is causing all this rain please cease and desist? Please?
All for now...