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 Unpublished, but a writer just the same.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.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

The downside to the current situation I've got going with the Taskmaster at present is that I don't really get regular lessons. I ride Bean, Meatball and whoever else is around, but I'm mostly on my own, other than occasional calls across the arena from her.

I got a really good lesson on Bean today. Yes, I can ride her just fine, but until today I still didn't know all the buttons, or as I called it, her "user manual." I got a crash course in making her do stuff. She's been a school horse for so long that she does the school horse shit unless you are extremely firm with her. I got walked through how to be firm with her and now I think we're good to go. Okay, I fervently hope we're good to go, as this time next week we'll be back from Flagstaff.
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