Lesson this week. Yeah! Rode a new horse. Eeep! Trump is good-looking to the point of being flashy and committed to working with his rider to the best of his understanding. However, he may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer. Reminds me of Rodney.
After my whining earlier about not riding [Grateful], you’d think I’d be skipping about farting rainbows. It doesn’t work that way. Nothing much changes in my activities of daily living or my response thereto. It’s just that over the next few days there will be an absence of crazy.
Riding doesn’t necessarily make me happy. I’m always a nervous mess on the mounting block. (Previous Horse was the one inexplicable exception to this rule.) Thirty minutes on an ASB leaves me exhausted for the rest of the day. I still flog myself for mistakes and decisions made decades ago.
It’s just that not riding is worse.