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 Unpublished, but a writer just the same.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, April 27, 2014

no :(

The saddle fitter was in town this weekend. Alas, the sidesaddle is too narrow for Naners so now it's for sale :( I got the jumping saddle (which I use for everything) reflocked and I shouldn't be falling to the right anymore :D

On a more shocking note, Naners and I are now going to Watermelon. She was so good for CM, and trotted happily over x-rails and a small vertical on the buckle the other day, that I'm taking the chance. If it goes as badly as St johns did her career as an eventer is over. But, I really do think it was an aberration. We'll see.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Another day in Hunterland

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.




*sob* My Streak of A's is over

My foray into grad school was going well. A's on both of my assignments for the first class, but in UK speak an A is anything over a 70%. With an over 70% average if I kept it up I'd be able to graduate with distinction, which all of a sudden became very important.

Onto the second class... 73% on the first grade. Excellent. But this course wasn't split 50/50, no it's 30/70 and that 73% was the 30% grade.

Then disaster struck, just on the end of that first assignment. Our home internet was down for more than two weeks and I had to drive 30 minutes into town to get work done. We got our new dish and faster internet and then I couldn't access the library. Hard to get a paper done when you can't research. Two weeks of no library access until we discovered a work around. At this point the paper was due in a matter of days... I got a two week extension, pushing my due date to when I was going to be in St Johns. Which really meant I had a week and a half to get research done, paper written and pack for St Johns and leave.

My paper was a piece of crap, I knew this, but I didn't have time to fix it.

40%. D.

Okay, the grade is fair, I can't argue, but oh how I wish it hadn't been as crappy as I was pretty sure it was. However, grades that low? They don't necessarily let you proceed on to the next stage. If you get below a 40 they don't let you go on to the next stage of the program. Fortunately, my average for that class is like 49.9. As far as I can read in the student handbook I'm definitely okay to continue on, but I need to have over a 50% in half the classes for them to allow me to do a thesis. The biggest unfortunate, is that our grades are provisional until the Exam Board reviews them in August. If they read that paper and decide it deserves an even lower grade I am screwed.

The only plus is that now there is no way I can graduate with distinction, so all that pressure has been taken off.

Friday, April 18, 2014

When I'm 64

A friend is turning 40 in a few weeks, something she's feeling anxious and sad about. Something my high school advisor said came to mind, as it often does. He said that we teenagers were so caught up in the fact that we thought life was awesome as teenagers, but it isn't. Life, as far as he was concerned, really got good at 40.

The closer I get to 40 the more I realize he was right. Being a teen sucked on so many levels. The 20s are better, but still not sure I would go back (though I would happily get my early 20s spine back, from before the first rearending and back injuring horse fall.)

Somewhere in my 30s I started to lose track of exactly how old I was, a number so closely monitored in your youth. I now have to do the math every time I'm asked, but maybe that's because my older brain can't remember if I'm turning 37 or if I'm already 37 (the answer is the former.) However, I think losing track is indicative of how not important that number has become, because you're no longer lamenting the loss of your youth or trying desperately to get older. It's a sign of contentment.

I recognize that there is some fear in getting older, and it's probable in a couple of decades I'll be having that stress. But I hope not. Sure, I may wish I'd done more riding and less playing of solitaire/bejeweled/mahjong. But, right now I think I'm doing a pretty decent job at this living life thing.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Sidesaddle!

I was waiting for all my spare saddles to sell until I seriously started sidesaddle shopping. Then I got an email from a friend of a friend that she was selling her sidesaddle: a saddle made in the 1890's for a school teacher in Raton, NM to ride her mule to school. She quite honestly had me at Raton, as hubby's dad grew up there and aunt and grandma still live there. When I saw the saddle I knew this story was entirely probable and bought it off her, no idea if it would fit Naners and I.


Upon posting it to the sidesaddle group on facebook the consensus was that it is indeed a 1890's Goodnight type saddle. There is no maker's mark so it was likely apprentice work. Raton is not terribly far from Pueblo, CO where they were making the actual Goodnights. There was some envy such a thing had fallen into my lap. I was warned to make sure the rigging is okay (had already thought of that) and our saddle fitter who does sidesaddles was already scheduled for a trip to our area (which has now been delayed, but oh well.)


Initial photographic saddle fitting is that it isn't too long for her. Tree size I'm going to wait till my fitter gets here and not get my hopes too far up, but I think it might be okay. I, quite obviously, need a longer cinch. The horse who wore this previously was an Icelandic. The iron on the saddle can't be original, as they were built with a standard western stirrup with a tapadero that was cut long on the inside to protect the ladies' shoe. If the saddle does fit us I will get a proper stirrup made as well as bridle to match the tooling on the seat. There's a breastplate around somewhere in the sellers garage that matches the saddle but wasn't made to go with it.


I really didn't imagine my foray into sidesaddle being from the western perspective, all my research has been on english. But, Naners does go western and this saddle is so cool I don't mind. So, if this works we will be rocking Western dressage sidesaddle at the local shows. I have the full intention of making a historically accurate outfit, to the point that Raton aunt will be going to the historical society to see if there might actually be some pictures of said school teacher. I figure crazier things have happened.


Monday, April 14, 2014

We got to St Johns!


With the vet coming up twice a day to sedate Naners to get the medication in her eye it improved by leaps and bounds very quickly and I was able to take her to St Johns!

I was freaking out on Thursday, wondering what the heck I was doing there, holy crap we weren't going to get over any jumps, why was I doing this, etc, etc. Friday morning we did our stadium schooling round and we had maybe our nicest course to date. Fast, but nice. After that round all my anxiety just melted away and I was okay.

I'm pretty sure I got my best at an event WTC dressage test score: 37. Almost my best event dressage score. Judges comments were "hurried." Seriously. Almost every movement had that comment. I laughed because Banana was, indeed, hurried. She had her fire powered rockets on. When we were trotting in warmup all she wanted to do was canter. So, afterwards we went out to the track and trotted half of it, then walked around it another 1.5 times. She just needed the exercise. I've made a mental note that from now on I'm going on a hack before my dressage test, not after :D

Sunday did not go as well. We went into stadium warmup and her rockets were back on and I had a handful. We did a couple of warmup jumps and they weren't pretty. We went into the arena and went to the first jump... and she stopped. We jumped that one from a standstill. Onwards to #2... she stopped. Circle, went over it the second time. I rode her hard to #3 and she got over it. #4 she stopped dead about 15 feet out, staring at the pile of poles and jump standards on the side of the arena. At that point we retired. I cried as we left the arena of course. There's no way to not be disappointed when she was so good on Friday.

I can't help but wonder if I'm trying to put a square peg in a round hole. My plan is to get her some jumping training rides with a pro and go from there.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Damn you dust

Shockingly, dust storms and an uncooperative horse do not help eye injuries heal. Banana would not let me get the medicine in her eye. I tried my best, but it was just not happening. The vet came on Monday and Banana's eye was worse. The cloudiness had decreased but the actual hole in her eye was bigger. There was talk of sewing the lids shut to keep crap out of it, a lavage, etc. We've had so many dust storms lately.

There should be mountains in that view.

First step was trying to keep the crap out of her eye. Duct tape does not stick to fly mask mesh very well.


 Fortunately, a friend had a horrible eye issue with her horse so had some masks we could borrow. I can now add "horsie eye patch construction" to my skills list.


Do I look like my racehorse ancestors?
I was going to buy her a Guardian Mask but her head is oddly proportioned: the 11 inches I measured between her pupils is bigger than any size they have so I'd have to get a custom made one or something. Haven't decided if I really need to go that route yet. I'll probably go measure again to double check first.




My vet, who I already loved, I now owe my first born child to or something. Since she lives next door she's been coming up twice a day to sedate the beast and get the medicine in her eye. With that, and my awesome horsie eye patch construction skills, Banana's eye is now healing. She's not out of the woods yet, but things aren't looking so bad.

Of course, St Johns is no longer a go for us. I emailed to scratch but then yesterday was reminded there is a horse I can borrow. Now it's dependent upon whether I need to be around to medicate the eye that weekend or not. And, if I have time to go ride this horse in the next week and get my paper done.

Oh yeah, the paper. The damn paper. My library access didn't work for two weeks, so I couldn't get any research done. I was able to get an extension, so now I'm sitting here working on something I should already have turned in. Very annoying. Like dust storms.




Saturday, March 29, 2014

And now an overhead of St Johns

The red line? The path from the barns to XC. The awesome "past the arenas, across the race track, around the runway and past the graveyard" trip.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Some coconino details

Overhead view. You come in from the road south of the track.    

And here's two Novice jumps
The water is to the right in the back of this pic. I don't know what Novice does through the water.


Tuesday, March 25, 2014

sigh

I'm in the midst of working on a paper worth 70% of my grade. I hate when things are worth that much. So much pressure and my brain is so mushy.

Shots and coggins day for Naners and Ollie this am.

Had to take a break from the paper after I fed the cats tonight. Naners and I went south:  4.08 miles, 57:48. Top speed 12 mph (321 mpm,) avg speed 4.2 mph. We got back, I untacked her and went to brush her head and noticed her right eye was shut. What? I think what happened is after I took her bridle off she scratched her head on the trailer and whacked her eye. Or something. Squirted saline in to see if I could get whatever was bothering her out but noticed a very tiny spot that looks suspicious. I have a call into the vet. Of course she was just here this morning. I'd send her a picture but Naners won't hold her eye open long enough for me to do so.

Update: Got a picture: ulceration. Vet has been and gone, get to give her bute and eye stuff. Now, at 7:22 I might get to eat dinner. When you go to bed at 9:30 this is really late to eat.

And this is what eye stain looks like when it has gone down the ducts or whatever and starts dripping from the nose.