Horses of the outside world. Horse Nation: #TBT: Potoooooooo: The Legitimate Story of a Racehorse, Kovatch, 2014. Hat tip to Author Jason Pargin via Bluesky.
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Once again, no lesson(s) last week. [The Twiddling of the Thumbs]
This time it was clashing schedules. Horse was available, I was not. I was available, the ride was not. Neat trick with two complete separate barns.
Yes, I did decide to return to saddle seat lessons. Writing the post helped clarify my thoughts. [The Pondering of the Plans]
First reason. I should do something. That is something.
Second reason. Now that I know the difference, maybe that will help? Riding two different styles isn’t an impossible ask? People do it all the time. Shouldn’t be an insurmountable problem, right?
Time will tell.
On that topic, A commentor (waves hi) asked if I was going back to saddle seat because it is known. Valid question. No. I default to saddle seat because it is possible. Before coach Deana, I had no luck finding hunter/jumper lessons, either with school horses or with my own horse. No one was mean, just remarkably not interested in my business. [Pondering, first comment]
Canter Considerations, Encore
My illustrious groom, an observant fellow, thinks my learning curve with hunter/jumper had nothing to do with saddle seat. It was to do with the fact that I have not been cantering & jumping for a while (stern side eye to the home team). He pointed out that as soon as I got used to the horse, I did fine. It was the time gap, not the other riding. I would have been the same had I never sat on a cutback saddle. I dunno. It’s a theory.
Another possible contributing factor. Goldy is a Warmblood. Thoroughbreds move differently than Warmbloods. I missed the Warmblood takeover. Therefore, I am not used to the Warmblood way of going. [Get Off My Lawn, And Take Your Warmblood With You]
Or, elements of all of the above.
Onwards!
Katherine
Virtual Brush Box 
I understand. Hey, you’re still riding. That’s a positive right there. There are times I really miss riding. And others, I just miss my horses. Being used to hot-bloods myself – Priney was TBxWelsh pony, Chief pure Arabian – I can’t even imagine a warmblood way of going. Just brought up a memory of Meadowbrook, where I took lessons for many years. There was one big warmblood called Earthquake, because that’s what it felt like when he landed over a jump. No, I never rode him. I was happy with the small horses and ponies.