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 Unpublished, but a writer just the same.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.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Finally! The Giant Horse is back!

After his two month layup after scraping his right hind leg to the bone I was able to get on Meatball yesterday. Oh how I missed him. It was almost like we'd never left off. We did have to realign a bit on what aid meant what, but we had a lovely ride. He gave me nice stretchy walk and a bit of stretchy trot. I didn't ride him long, maybe 20 minutes, since I kept the fact that he's out of shape very much in my mind. I'm so happy he's back on my list of horses to ride.

I went into the pen that The Idiot and Tommi the mini share and gave The Idiot a big hug and he hugged me back, just like Meatball does. He learned that from watching Meatball do it. I need to give that horse a new nickname. He's started growing on me.

Penny and Condi were very happy to see me: nickers and neighs. I really adore Penny's low pitched neigh, she's like the Kathleen Turner of ponies. Condi seems a bit depressed back in his sand corral, but I'll get them back to my house soon. They only needed to be away while I was out of town and now I'm back.


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