You’re helping me & you didn’t even know it. I took a tiny step toward a third horse today, thanks to this blog.
An astute reader suggested I post about the barriers keeping me from looking for a new horse. Not the barriers to horse-hunting & buying, we all know those: riding a lot of toads, deciding this particular toad is for you, writing a check for toad-purchase, and so on. What practical & psycho-social issues are keeping me from even starting to look?
Boy, did I get wound up. Almost 200 words of notes came spilling out of my fingers. I was all set for an epic whine on the subject. But, why? The area I live in doesn’t have the density of horses that Lexington has. So what? I have trouble getting people to take me seriously. So what? My past decisions didn’t always work out. So what? Much as I would have enjoyed a good solid rant about horse-selling – you want how much?! For that!? – at the end of the day, I would be no closer to the tertium quid*. Instead, I decided to dedicate this week’s posts to aspects of the subject & perhaps get help from the collective knowledge lurking in the ether.
As I toodled to the the post office, I noodled with bloggable points. Must remember to include that before Mathilda had gotten hurt, I’d had an email conversation with a local barn selling OTTBs. But then, all plans had been shelved. Up to this point, I was strictly think about what to write, completely in a narrative headspace. Then I took stock. The truck was running. The mare was up for a few hours. Why not now? So I did.
Since my visit was spur of the moment, the horses in question had already headed for the back of their 50-acre pasture and the trainer was deep into her activities of daily living. We chatted a bit about what I was looking for. I saw the barn & watched her ride. I didn’t see, much less ride, a single sales horse. The point is, I did something. Activity before progress.
[*We often referred to Previous Horse & Mathilda collectively as “Thing 1 & Thing 2”. A new horse would have been a third Thing, i.e. tertium quid.]
What is your most amusing &/or uplifting story about finding a horse?