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 Unpublished, but a writer just the same.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.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Coming ever closer...

Have my ride times:

Dressage Sat 8:30
Stadium Sat 12-12:30 (we go in whenever)
XC Sun 9:12

My travel partner's XC is at noon. Penny's going to be doing a lot of standing around, since we'll have left the venue with the stalls. But, as usual, as long as I have food in front of her she'll be happy.

Last night she got her health certificate done and got drugged so I could pretty her up. Bridle path, billy goat hairs and fetlocks all shaved. Also neatened up her mane and sort of washed her forelock while I was at it. I don't know why I went at it with a wet towel instead of the hose. I should have just given her her bath then, but I didn't. Brain fart I guess.
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