Cob Jockey

Last night, knowing Disco comes home tonight, I looked at my tack locker with new eyes. Suddenly I thought, I'm going to be USING this again. I haven't really thought like that since 2021.

I am still quite proud of building this locker myself. A decade ago. Sheesh.

I mean, why was a giant bathing bag taking up half my locker after I went to all the trouble to hang wash rack baskets for each of us in September? Why do I insist I can't possibly throw a pair of gloves out even after I've replaced them? Why am I hanging onto the printed sheet of "If I get COVID, here's everything you need to know about Connor" from when we were still a full-care barn in 2020?

Now what do I do with all this space...

I mean, the answer to those questions is that I have been seeing my locker, but not really seeing it for a long time now. For the last few years, it's been nothing more than a place to grab a hoof pick. So the fact that I suddenly want it efficient and perfect again says a lot about where I am mentally as Disco comes home.

Disco's last family photo with his incredible lessee and her husband a few days ago

And on that subject - wish us luck. We are doing the usual Windsor Stables nearby Walmart parking lot commercial shipper handoff sometime tonight, likely in a heavy rain, which is not ideal. I have no doubt Disco will be a good boy, but couldn't we have just prolonged this drought one more night?

His lessee putting him on the trailer with tears in her eyes.

See you soon, buddy.

Looking deceptively small at the layover facility