So, Year of The Pony didn't quite happen the way I was hoping. We did finish two BNs on our dressage score and were 1 point away from qualifying for the AECs (we needed one point to get 5th instead of 6th at St Johns.) She's done, I'm sad. She's quite happy just eating all day, so I'll get over it.
Now we're in what one of my Parters In Crime calls "A Rebuilding Year." She's in one too and we both still hope to get to the AECs. Depending on how much work we get done this winter the plan is to get Meatball and Banana jumping and take them to their first even in May. It's our closest event, unrated, and their Pre-Comp is the easiest one I've seen. Perfect for a first event. Bean I'm hoping to do Pre-Comp at St Johns and move up to BN at Watermelon.
What happens at Watermelon will determine the rest of the year. The Ladies and I are hoping for the two summer Coconinos, the call of a week in the pines of Flagstaff is too much to resist. Beyond that we can't figure. I have no idea who I'll be taking where except I am planning on taking Bean to some real dressage shows. The old girl loves competing and I love ribbons.
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 Unpublished, but a writer just the same.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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