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 Unpublished, but a writer just the same.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, December 12, 2012

We don't need no stinking coaches!

Meatball and Joker



Last night I was talking to my vet/neighbor as I do and she said that I taught her that one can show and just have fun. First, I was flabbergasted that anyone would learn anything from me. Second, I said I think part of it is not showing with a trainer. I'm very much of the belief that whatever skills I need have to be installed at home so they come without thinking if I'm out. If I'm just trusting everything will be fine it's a lot easier to have fun. Having someone there telling me what to do doesn't sit well with that.

The Taskmaster actually coached me at my last show and I will never do that again. When I warm up it's just me and the horse in our little bubble. I get them on the aids and physically warm and that's it. How long that takes depends on the horse. Bean, when she's in Fire Breathing Dragon mode, takes about 5 minutes. With a trainer there she invades my bubble and I can't focus as well and I need my focus.

Now, as a kid I showed hunters so of course I had a trainer, but I honestly don't remember her being quite as evident as today's hunter trainers sound like they are. Is it because she realized I was better without her or was that just her style? No idea. But I do know I have never in my life needed my trainer to hold my hand except logistically. Entry forms are so confusing!

It got cold here, just in time for Penny and Condi to come home, which they did on Monday. Condi was so unhappy back at the Taskmaster's. He rarely nickered and his eyes were dull. Now that he's back he's all happy again: nickering, bright eyes. Our guess is he really missed the pasture. Well, I won't make him go back down. As far as I'm concerned he can die here.

The horses for training over the winter are showing up at the Taskmaster's. Zaya and Capo got there Monday, Cookie has been there two weeks and will be there another two. Another horse is coming Sat and when he and Cookie leave we're getting two more. Then there's Banana to be worked and Meatball, Bean, and Joker. I'm going to be riding a lot this winter, that's for sure.


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