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 Unpublished, but a writer just the same.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.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Spring

As has been noted elsewhere spring is arriving. Saturday morning the bees were awake, desperately trying to climb in the three half-blooming hyacinths in the garden. This also appeared:

I really dislike gardening, but I love my spring bulbs so much I suck it up. The prairie dogs have been awake for a few weeks, they looked rather ridiculous running around in the snow. The bluebirds have arrived. All we're waiting for is the meadowlarks and we'll be in full blown spring.

Addition: not two minutes after I posted this I heard a meadowlark singing. The gang's all here!

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

If you can't see are eyes really windows to the soul?

I have, of course, been thinking about the situation with Naners a lot as of late. Things just weren't adding up for me. Why was a mare that can jump, even if she hates it, refusing to go over ground poles? Then I started putting things together and called my vet. Could it be possible that Naners has a vision problem? The answer: yeah. And it would make a lot of sense actually. When talking with the trainer she's with about it she said that she had also been wondering at that possibility. Alas, horses can't read an eye chart, so unless there's something physically wrong with the eye, or there's an obvious problem, they're pretty difficult to determine. But, it would explain so many things with her, so as far as I'm concerned she has a vision issue. Fortunately, it shouldn't be a problem with our dressage plans, but it means that I really am never going to jump her.



Friday, February 27, 2015

Ollie in his turnout


It really blows my mind that I pounded the posts in two weeks ago and now we're covered in snow again.

Decision

I have come to a decision to my dilemma with Banana.

Grad school, a property, 4 dogs, 4 cats and 1.5 horses sucks up funds. Even if I had an awesome jumper right now I really don't have the money to event. If I did have one and couldn't because I couldn't afford it I would be extremely frustrated. So, getting another horse so I can jump makes little sense right now. However, if one falls in my lap I won't turn it down.

So, until I'm done with Grad School (about a year and a half) I'm sticking with Naners and we'll explore this dressage thing. I'm going to take all the jumping pressure off us. Will I continue to explore it as a possibility? Yes, but very, very slowly with no expectations. I'm aiming us for the regional dressage rally at the end of April to see if we can qualify for PC Champs, though I have no plans to actually go (unless funding miraculously appears.) We'll also do the local dressage shows and a recognized one in the fall.

I'm... happy isn't quite the right word, let's go with "at peace" with this plan. It just makes sense.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

*sigh* the dilemma is back

Long time readers will remember my regular doubt regarding whether Naners was the right horse for me or not. I like her, I like her a lot. It might even be love, but it's not love like I had with Fudge and Penny. However, in the over two years I've had her, I've always had this nagging doubt over her appropriateness, especially with the jumping issues. Every trainer I've talked to about it has always been, "oh! but she's such a nice jumper!" And I couldn't make them understand that yes, she might have nice form but I really didn't believe she liked to do it. I've had to kick her over 1' logs.

The trainer she's with right now, who I really respect, told me that she thinks if I want to jump I need a different horse. First person in two years that actually voiced what I suspected it. She then told me a story about how she refused ground poles the other day. Seriously, all these trainers... the horse refuses x-rails, how can you just tell me she's a good jumper and not really think down to the problem?

So, here we are with the dilemma again: do I keep her and just do straight dressage? Or sell her so I can jump? I'm not entirely unsure that I would be sad just doing dressage. It was fun being at a show and not wanting to puke. I'm an eventer at heart, but I also am not necessarily against leading a less risky life and not jumping for awhile.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Naners is off at Horsie School.
 
 

The adorable white pony she's pictured with is not Ollie. When she first saw him she neighed and was all excited, then realized he wasn't Ollie and pulled up, confused. Poor Naners.

She's very content at Horsie School. There's five of them total, and there's a lot of stuff to watch from the property. When I left after visiting the other day she was just watching life go by in the valley. She hasn't fence walked once, there's enough going on to keep her occupied. 

I really like the trainer she's with: it's who we've been lessoning with as of late. She was surprised to find that Naners has some really good training somewhere in her past. Heck, it surprises me whenever she reminds me she has it and I've owned the mare for two years now. She thinks that Naners' general issue is extreme insecurity when things get more mentally difficult, but she really does like to work. Not sure I necessarily agree with the latter, as I'm not sure she'd run away from me in the pasture if she really wanted to work :D

Naners is going to be over there for a month getting a refresher course. Ollie is here by himself and was quite sad the first night, but now he seems to be fine. And, he'll be even happier in a few days when I finish his new turnout.





Saturday, February 14, 2015

Everyone needs some Ollie




The snowy one is from the beginning of January, when we actually had snow. The last couple of days its been the opposite and I'm pounding t-posts into the ground.


Only 8 more posts to go.

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Responsible schmonsible

And it took me just over 24 hours to fall back into being an irresponsible adult.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

When one is low on funds you start weighing the worth of things. For example, I desperately want to go to my high school reunion in May. I went to a girls' boarding school, so reunion is all about spending a weekend with your dear friends when they're all in the same place every five years. I'm currently looking at a $600 plane flight for that. Adding in hotel, etc, it'll be close to a $1000 weekend.

At the same time, the north fence line still needs to be redone, we need to put loads and loads of gravel on our 1/2 mile long driveway, the barn aisle needs help, and I've been planning a smaller turnout off the corrals for years. I've decided it would be a better use of funds to further one of these things, leading to ease of daily life, than to blow it all on one fun weekend.

The horrors of being an adult.

Due to having been gifted with 20 used t-post covers, the turnout is the first on the list. Today I finally ordered the electric tape (horseguard bi-polar) and they had a charger on closeout, so I saved a big bunch of cash there.

Fence instead of a trip. I am officially a rancher adult.