This morning I trailered Naners over to CM, to figure out what the heck happened at St Johns. Result: Naners was her usual self and pulled all the stuff on CM that she pulls on me. Fortunately, now the problems are defined and we have a plan. Naners likes to be crooked, jump from her forehand and falls in on left handed circles while ignoring the leg. Okay, we can deal with these. She didn't do any flat out refusals with CM, but did do her lovely "I'm going to go in so crooked my butt is almost leading so I can't possibly go over the fence" thing. I felt a little relief that she doesn't just do these things to me, though of course I've totally trained her to do them. But, no real stopping, only pulled one rail. Consensus: something was up on Sunday at St Johns and it's looking like an aberration, not the start of a trend. I plan to trailer Naners over once a week until the end of May (and Flagstaff.) Next week CM will ride her for a bit, then I'll get on. I just wasn't feeling it today and my gut has been telling me Naners needed someone else to jump her.
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 Unpublished, but a writer just the same.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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