Progress is Relative

Mathilda got an excellent review from the blacksmith. She held all four feet up to be trimmed, although it took two goes at the right hind. This is the foot that bears all her weight. I still had to help steady her for the right front but either she’s stronger or we are getting more of a system. Or both. Plus she was able to bend her left leg, the injured leg, enough to put it on the trimming stand. She couldn’t do that last time he tried. Technically, all he said was that she was “better”, but I think that’s excellent.

Progress by definition is comparative. If you knew Mathilda before April 14 [How] and saw her now, you’d be appalled. I frequently am. If you’d see her in early May when all the weight had dropped off and saw her now, you’d be thrilled. I certainly am. Although my blacksmith was too much of a gentleman to say, I’m convinced that early on he thought he had seen her for the last time. I’m not sure I would have bet against him.

Mathilda has hit a viable, if labor-intensive, status quo. There is no immediately apparent reason that she could not tick along being treated as Queen of the Universe for the next five years. This thought both pleases me and fills me with quiet horror.

What progress do you have to report?

Breaking News: horse shopping
Local, 7 year old, OTTB, bay, gelding …
Generic but nothing objectionable so far.
… Came off the track a year ago. Has done light dressage, hopped over little jumps, lots of trail riding …
Sounding better. Sensible mind.
… Mutual aquaintence knows horse. Will be able to give us the scoop ….
Liking this.
Hates dressage, but so do I.
Hmm, three horses. We will need to finish fencing the side field.
… light cribber.
Phooey. Phooey. Phooey.
Gratuitous Kitten Pic

3 thoughts on “Progress is Relative

  1. Progress in two directions at once! Excellent! In both cases, wonderful from previous perspectives, not so much from future. The way life goes forward is by automatically raising the bar each time we achieve any progress.

    When you were 10, with no horse to ride and no apparent possibility of getting one, what would you have said about a grown-up who was having trouble finding a third horse? A grown-up with two horses in a barn of her own, on her own property, trails to ride, a husband who was supportive of the horse thing, good health, enough money buy the horse if she ever found it….

    Well, it sure beats riding camp horses!



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