This is a post for the future. When I look back over Milton’s long, successful competition career, I will wonder what took us so long to get started.
I was in a mood. Milton was in a mood.
Longer, more specific answer
August 2014. Milton arrives [Meet Milton, Mail-Order Horse, Logistics: Shipping, Logistics: Costs, Welcome to Alabama]. We are thrilled [Festina Lente, Whither?]. Some of us are less thrilled than others [Introduction Day]. It all goes to shit. [Did I Piss Off the Universe and Not Notice?, So Be It, Wrestling With Head Demons, Milton Miscellany].
Fall – Winter 2014/2015. I wallow [New Equipment: Mounting Block]. I fuss [So What Am I Waiting For?]. Milton has trouble adjusting to Alabama [Yoke: Horse Update]. Milton does well in his groundwork [Plans & New Equipment: Schooling Bridles]. We start to wonder [So What Am I Going To Do?: Happy Horse]. I pursue false starts [New Equipment: Clickers, Grooming Bats]. I marinate [Milton Deconstructed].
July – August 2015. Whenever I go out of town [Hudson Valley Horses], I get sick. Spent most of summer in a malaise. Nothing serious, just enough to keep me from feeling perky. Never sure if it is physical or emotional. Pottled about with both horses [The Respect Dance, Meanwhile Back at the Ranch. Or Not, Conversation]. Finally treated in September.
Dec 16. First nap [Naptime].
Dec – Jan 2016. Holidays. Cold. Rain. Everyone adjusting to new paradigm [SitRep]. Improvement! Why? I have theories; no explanation.
February 2016. Starting over. That’s a good thing.