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 Unpublished, but a writer just the same.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.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Another busy weekend done

I am beyond tired now. Two day show: dressage and hunter/jumper. Secretating both days, though I squeezed in some classes on Naners this morning. Where we placed last. In. Every. Single. One.

Now, in many ways I'm really pleased: she was forward and jumped all the things (helps that I kept my damn eyes up) and it was our first time ever jumping in an indoor. We've jumped a grand total of twice since May (why we did pile of poles and x-rails) and she just went in and did her job. Alas, it wasn't pretty and I can't necessarily be concerned about leads when she's got her rockets on. Of course the people that are actually working on equitation and proper hunter rounds are going to beat us.

But goddamn it's discouraging. You have to sit around for hours, as you're on hunter time at a hunter show. No, a kid can't just go in the ring, the trainer has to talk to them first. If they are the only kid in the division you have to wait between the rounds where the trainer has to talk to them, go over their course again. And then when they're actually in the damn ring there's the trainer, yelling things at them as they go around.

Yes, I'm in a bit of a foul mood and I just realized it's due to this one trainer and hearing her voice all damn day. I never feel this way about the other hunter people. Generally, we all get along. But right now, most of the local eventers aren't planning on going to the local h/j shows. We're never going to place well against people that just work on being hunters. Yeah, we go in the classes for practice, but it would be nice to win.

So, now it looks like next year I get to plan a combined test for the eventers. Thank god. And I think I'm washing my hands of the h/j shows. Someone else can deal with them.

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