We went over our bandwidth allotment at the house so we're in internet hell. I'm writing this from a coffee shop in town.
All the ponies are doing well. Major snow meltage the last week so Penny and Condi are covered in mud. Meatball and Bean are being good, I've been popping over cross-rails with both of them. Meatball isn't over jumping them either, which is beyond awesome. We did discover he does not like a neck strap. Banana is looking more promising and I'm starting to get excited over my future with her.
There's a show at the Taskmaster's in a couple of weeks and I'm planning on taking Banana x-rails and Bean 2'. I'll let the Taskmaster show Meatball, she's planning Pile Of Poles as she's pretty sure with the excitement of other horses around he's going to clear the x-rails like they're 3'. I think they'd be just fine x-rails, but it's her call.
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 Unpublished, but a writer just the same.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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