Day Off

Phil and I are lazing around the house, having had a day off. We had a day off yesterday, as well, but we were very busy and virtuous, so today is a lazy day. :)

Kip’s new fly sheet lasted two days. Someone kindly retrieved it from the pasture this morning for me. I don’t know what he does – his rugs look like he was attacked by badgers in the middle of the night; he did the same thing to his winter turnout.

Went for a short ride, and his back returned to previous “ouchy” state, even after a week off, massage and accupressure. If he doesn’t get better, I think we’ll have to look at taking him to the equestrian centre nearby where they have an equine physiotherapist. :( Not great, as this has been an expensive month.

Another big chunk of cash to plan for this month: I can finally apply for British citizenship! The fee is just under £300, with taking it to one of the centres that will do everything in a day for an extra fee and let me take my passport back home, in case it’s needed for a family emergency. The process will still take months and months – there’s no way that I can fast-track that, but at least I won’t be without a passport.

This is something that means a lot to me, something that I have been looking forward to, but there are a lot of very mixed-up feelings tied up with it. It feels…different…than I thought it would. And I can’t explain what I mean by different, just sort of melancholy, I guess. Although I personally consider this as giving up my US citizenship, legally it’s not, really. Britain recognises dual citizenship, and America kind of has a don’t ask / don’t tell policy (you have to go and formally pee on a flag or something at the the US embassy to revoke your US citizenship). But I am considering this as becoming a permanent resident, for good, for bad, of Britain. I suppose it’s time to tell my family. Yikes!

Anyway, I’m going to be very bad now and go downstairs and read and drink vodka and pepsi. *s*