This afternoon Banana and I went down the road to the south, something we haven't done in awhile. If we go south it's just as windy as it is at my house, if we go north we go down into the gulch and it's significantly less windy. There was little wind today. Much to my delight I discovered they did something to the drainage on the sides of the road making the footing awesome. Much to Banana's dismay there were piles of dirt where piles of dirt should. not. be. She's also decided trash cans are suspect and one must be at the utmost level of wariness when such an evil object appears. A whole herd of deer can cross the road in front of us and she doesn't care, but god forbid there's a scary pile of dirt.
We trotted in both directions, having a lovely time and she was listening so we picked up a canter... and what an awesome canter it was. A car passed us and we just cantered on. I'm feeling more confident about St Johns, now that we've gotten out and gone fast. I need to go back out with the pelham on, to see if it does indeed give me better brakes. I already know it gives me a softer, lighter horse. I've found that horses that went western first really like pelhams and Naners is no different. Surprisingly, I also seem to ride better with two reins. I know, odd.
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 Unpublished, but a writer just the same.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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