I've been feeling a bit insular for the last two months, perhaps protective of my heart, not sure what to share, and by default not sharing much at all. I've also been working quite hard at a new job that I can't really write about.
I've been hired as the manager of the Maroon Bells Outfitters, up here at the T Lazy 7 Ranch, in Aspen, Colorado, where I live. We do trail rides, and its been really great to get back to work with horses, and to make some good friends here on the ranch.
|I only had to stand in this position for 45 minutes while not letting him take his foot back!|
I have to say that while the hours at the barn can be tough, and it can be hard physical work, it is incredibly nice to have a job outside thats a one minute walk from my house. I love to be able to run home, I love that the crew can stop by if they need to talk or want to hang out, I love that the kids can be home and loose on the ranch while I'm at work. Its a good, consistent paycheck, and that is helping a LOT. I also love working hard. I like to feel my body moving and lifting and to see the change in front of me.
I spent a day sewing saddle bags back together while Mike and Cyrus played guitar, and the rain came down in sheets. I spent a day shoveling manure out of the trailer, and I spend some time of every day trying to build some bridges between the tiny, hard working crew in this physical environment where worth seems to be measured literally in how many pounds you can carry.
This summer has been tricky financially, lean, and unexpected to say the least. I went to massage school in order to have an income in the off season, and while that helps, working for the Aspen Club and Spa and the St. Regis is terrific, the work is lean this season, and I only get paid if I get booked. So there were days that I was down there for six hours and only worked for one. The other issue with massage is that I have Fibromyalgia, and it often flares up when I do more than three hours of massage at a time, which is ideally what I'd want to do, at least three, no more than six.
Michael came back from Africa and came to visit with his kids for a month, and we had a really magical end of summer together. He is moving here when he gets back from the stretch he's currently on, October 25, and his kids are moving here, too, in December over Christmas break. So there will be eight of us living in the Ponds at the ranch! When Michael is in Africa every other month for his job, my mom and I will have all five kids, which is going to be wonderful.
This job at the Maroon Bells Outfitters ends Oct. 1, and I have some days for the St. Regis, and I managed to pick up some days working hunting season. I'll be going out to Meeker for 7 days in October, and going back out for second season in November. Apparently its like 4:30 in the morning to 11:30 at night, cooking and prepping for the hunters, making less than I'm making now.
I wondered, as I was pounding my first horse shoe in to TD's foot yesterday, what the heck I am doing. This isn't skiing. In fact, my dreams for training this summer did not materialize the way I'd hoped, and so I ended up scrambling for odd jobs and trying to get in better shape for this season. What in the world am I doing? The answer came back pretty quick. I'm swimming.
This summer, I've cleaned a trailer, scrubbed urine off the floor, taken people on hikes, trained horses, given lots of masssage, washed dishes, taken trail rides out, shoveled manure, and worked with a team of people who needed to come back together in order to succeed. I find myself in this funny position where I get to do the job I love as often as possible, but the inbetween times are all about surviving so I can buy groceries and put gas in my car.
My car is another interesting and amazing story, it was a gift from a client. I needed a way to get to Academy, my truck had finally died. I wrote RIP, Bronco, and I was truly sad to see it go, this truck and I have been through a lot together. I get, as if by magic, a text saying "need a car?" from a client. And so we shopped for a used Subaru Forrester, with no bells or whistles, and found one with super low mileage. I have a car that has a door that opens and closes, it has all its windows, a heater, and a radio! It no longer snows in my car. This will be my first winter driving to work in a vehicle with all its windows, I can't wait!
I am humbled by this timely gift, "we can't have you taking public transportation to training, Kate." was what he said. Suddenly, my kids are in a safe vehicle, and I drive a car that gets 28 miles to the gallon. I can afford to get to training, if I can afford to pay for training. And here we are back at the odd jobs.
|Hopefully, I will learn a lot about why people do this and help them be happy while they do it.|
I've asked if I'm going to learn to field dress and quarter an elk, and the answer is, probably, if the hunters actually get one. This feels like an opportunity to learn what it is like to be a completely and totally different person than I am. To understand life from a different perspective.
And I feel like, if I wasn't so broke, I wouldn't need to take this job, and I wouldn't have this opportunity to see life like this. So maybe things are still lean because I still have a lot of lessons to learn from the world on the poorer side of life. I'm okay with that, shoeing a horse yesterday was an extremely satisfying, physical task. It was hard, hot, dirty work, and I'm sore today for sure. So I'm grateful for these opportunities, grateful for the job that they gave me at the barn, glad to be helpful untangling the dificult situation that existed there, and curious about where life will go over the next two months.
There has been snow on Pyriamid Peak four days last week, while I'm glad to be learning the lessons that are coming my way, Im eager for ski season to start so that I feel focused again. This year is a tryout year. Its almost time!