A Note About This Blog

I used to be a writer. Unpublished, but a writer just the same. I have several 100,000 word novels sitting on my hard drive. Then I fell off a horse and got a concussion that scrambled my brains really good (yes, I was wearing a helmet.) After that forming a written sentence was very difficult for quite some time. It's still difficult, but at least now generally the sentence structure isn't egregiously flawed. Verbally and written wrong words pop in, I switch words around, and sometimes I make no sense at all. It isn't because I don't have knowledge of grammar and punctuation, but my brain simply can't do it sometimes. Reading this blog you're accepting that there's going to be things that look like typos or make no sense. It's not because I don't proofread, it's because my damaged brain doesn't see what's wrong. I try my best, but things will slip through. I don't need them pointed out, I know they're there, but if I continued to worry about them I wouldn't write at all. I didn't for quite some time. It's painful as a past master of words to use them so badly, but fortunately the words don't seem to mind.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

New mount

Today was my first ride on Brie, one of the Taskmaster's favorite horses. She's for sale as her owner has a new fancy horse. If she was cheaper, and knew how to jump, I'd want her. She's incredibly sensitive to the aids and has a lot of training. As a result, I had a heck of a hard time riding her. Not because she's hard to ride, but every little weight shift told her something and most of the time I had no idea what I was telling her. We did a lot of travers (haunches in, I had to ask) because that's what I was telling her to do. A lot. I couldn't get her to go straight. Part of that is she's an amoeba like Penny. I have also figured out I'm also an amoeba while I ride, so we were all over the place. I joked that some day we could be doing some upper level dressage test and we'll get a 10 on our travers and a 1 on our trot down the center line. I'm going to teach her how to jump (seems to be my thing lately) and see how that works out. If it does, I'll really be hoping her owners drop her price into my range. She's just the right size for me and incredibly sweet.

I lunged Meatball over some progressively larger jumps today, finishing at 2'. He didn't over jump any of them or do the celebration hop afterwards. I might actually take him over a couple on his back on Saturday.




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