I started today thinking I was going to take Noodle on trial. Instead, I've now decided I'm not going to buy a new horse at all unless something absolutely perfect comes along.
The Taskmaster thinks I'm looking at horses so I don't have to think about the pain that goes along with the death of the dreams I had for Penny and I. Yeah, I'll go along with that. Thinking about a new horse is fun! and! exciting! Thinking about the pony sitting out in the barn that you've poured heart, soul, and money into is less than pleasant.
The horses I've been considering; they're nice. But, they're not nice enough to help me win at the AEC's (yes, I have big dreams.) There's a rider at most of the events I go to that wins BN every time she's there. I want a chance to beat her. I'd also like to go higher than BN someday, so my next horse must be capable of such feats.
I also realized today any equine I buy right now is going to be a "rebound" horse. I was so caught up in wanting something that just wasn't Penny and healthy that I forgot about my goals. I'd love a pony to have fun on, but I'd like something I can have fun on and kick ass. If there isn't a kicking ass component then I should not buy it.
Until such horse is found I have Bean to ride and we can start riding Meatball again next week. When all is said and done, Meatball is the horse I want to event. He just needs to get the nuances of jumping figured out.
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 Unpublished, but a writer just the same.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.
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