The Deal That Got Away

Awareness of the outside world. cw unhappy life events. House Digest: What It Means To Put A White Pumpkin On Your Porch, Ammons, Oct. 7, 2023.

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A while back, I was in Kentucky to escort Milton home. [Logistics: Shipping]

While there, I went to watch the horse show in Louisville. [Spotted on the Green Shavings]

One of the show vendors was selling a bag of 50 (!!) double ended-snaps. That’s a lot of snaps! It was a good deal per unit, but that many units multiplied out to a wad of cash. I think it may have been $75 for the bag. Snaps were going for about $2 then. I figured it would appeal to some of the megabarns at the show.

Later, I told my husband about it.

H: Did you buy a bag?
Me: No.
H: Why not?
Me: Uhhh …

Now, whenever I buy more double-ended snaps, which I did recently, I have two questions:

1) Why did I not buy that bag of snaps? Why?!?!?

2) Where do they all go?!?

Onwards!
Katherine

Fractal Alphabet H, Graphic Art

Art of the outside world. An art retreat to be enjoyed through various media. Giverny: Claude Monet’s Home, text & photos. Fondation Monet: visite-virtuelle, self-guided tour of the house by drone. Fondation Monet: home, clicking on the bridge & waterlily in the upper left gives a video tour of the grounds. Hat tip to A for suggesting Monet.

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[Fractal Alphabet]

Onwards!
Katherine

Genealogy Linkfest, Family On The Blog

Inspiration: Lettering Your Lineage with Holly Monroe, online presentation for the Washington Calligraphers Guild. See HM: Family Trees. My initiating idea was an arboreal design with annotations. The result was a pile of links. Reach, meet grasp.

Mother

My mother and me. [My Maternal Line]

In August, my mother went to the 100th anniversary of her summer camp. [Starting Points]

See Mom, I listened. Part of the time. [Rodney’s Mommy?]

Mother & Father

When I was young, my parents and I were on a trail ride. [Pondering The Past, Wondering If It Ever Even Happened]

Father

If inverse snobbery is an art, my father was Yoda. [Why I Drove a Beat-up Jeep to My Senior Prom] & [Cultural Commentary]

Photography was one of his hobbies. [Scenic Travel, Guest Photo] & [My Short Happy Modeling Career]

A screenshot of my father in Time magazine, March 12, 1965 [Blog Logo, Bell Serifs]

The story goes that my father took me to get my hair trimmed. [Hello Sir, Non Fiction]

My father was working in Florence. [Restaurant Memories]

[Hello September]

Grandmother & beyond

Three of the four generations … with the addition of my mother. [My Maternal Line]

“Life is what happens when you’re trying to get stuff done.” Peppy Bunting (my grandmother) [Errands]

Mother’s Side

Stepfamily

This Is Not A Facade … One of the younger generation in my family has decided to up sails and out oars … [Pondering The Past]

… which resulted in two lovely photo posts. [Between The Ears, Mystery Mount, Guest Photos] & [Between The Ears, Camel View, Guest Photos]

Father’s Side

Stepbrother

My first Lettering Guest Artist. [Letter Art: Handwriting, Guest Artist]

Great Aunt

Her husband, Ben, was my grandfather’s brother. [Off Topic: Aunt Faity]

Unspecified Family

I was in New York for few days for a family function. [Touring The Towpath] (A funeral 😢 )

The guests were split between non-riding family members & horse folks. [Seated Perspective] (I won’t disclose exactly who was appalled, but the wedding was on this side of the family.)

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This month’s entry for State of the Blog. The intention was to create art for a Sunday post. When it became a linkfest, a Saturday SOTB post became a more suitable place. #howthesausageismade [Archives]

Onwards!
Katherine

Down By The Riverside, State of the Fitness

Awareness of the outside world. Slate: The United Sports of America. If each state could have only one sport, what would it be? (Pennsylvania, you get field hockey.), Levin, 2013

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New Place

1 mile walk
Riverside Park
Riverside AL, USA

Multi-use civic space. Railroad frontage. Wetland. Walking track. Ball field. The river in question is behind me, across the street.

Found while I was in the area on a feed quest. Our regular store had an infested bag & returned the entire pallet. Yay them. Not gonna complain about product diligence.

Interesting result of the walking project. In looking for a new place to walk, I discovered a whole new-to-me section of a town that I have been thru many, many times.

Owards!
Katherine

Q&A, State of the Now

Awareness of the outside world. Al.com: Do you know which Alabama towns are in a different time zone? Kazek, 2017.

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Updated Now Page

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Month? October 2023

Rodney, long line? Check.

Rodney, ride? Check.

Milton, long line? Check.

Milton, ride? Check.

Milton, hitch? Check.

Duration? Short stroll in pasture at a walk, with the occasional circle.

Where is this going with either one of them? I have no idea.

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Last Month [Let’s Do This!]

Onwards!
Katherine

Lower Legs & Lesson Horses

Awareness of the outside world. Reminder for US residents. Today. “Both tests are scheduled to begin at approximately 2:20 p.m. ET on Wednesday, Oct. 4.” Note to self, 1:20 CT. FEMA: FEMA and FCC Plan Nationwide Emergency Alert Test for Oct. 4, 2023. [Small Steps]

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Photo by Ten Toes Outdoors. [Show Media]

Saddle seat versus other English disciplines (hunter/jumper/eventing/dressage). Same same in different dress or alien entities? An ongoing question.

Different

At my last lesson, we discussed pushing my heels away from the horse. If you ever see a head-on photo of a winning saddle seat equitation rider, their lower legs are stuck out to the side like pontoons on a boat.

Wedging one’s feet out helps drive the knees into the saddle. In saddle seat, this is desirable. In other English, one is specifically told NOT to pinch with the knees.

I also found that pushing my lower legs to the side got me to slide back in the saddle and sit up. In saddle seat, one sits way back on the cantle; in other English, middle of the saddle. Everyone – from your first grade teacher on – wants you to sit up.

I found this tip to be a particularly helpful reminder, as I am inclined to bring my feet in and ride off my lower leg, as I am doing in the photo from the show, above.

Not So Different

I tried this at home.

In addition to bringing the heels out, the lesson covered rotating my feet so that my heels were – ideally – farther from the horse than my toes. At the very least one’s feet should point straight ahead.

This is true for both styles of riding.

I realized this was not the case. See photo.

In bringing my lower leg into contact with the horse, I was rolling my leg, as one does. Knees sticking out like chicken wings rather than straight ahead. It wasn’t too bad. The back seams of my tall boots were still off the horse. But I could feel my entire leg in a better position along Rodney’s side with my heels rotated out.

But not, of course, with my knees digging in.

Lesson Note The First

Much like Sam, Optimus went much better when I finally sat up and rode what he perceived as correctly.

Unlike Sam, Optimus would wander around and ignore me if I chose to give incorrect signals. Sam used to get annoyed, ‘Excuse me, do I look like a hunter? If you care to ride me like a saddlebred, I will continue to go like a saddlebred.’ [Show Report: Dixie Cup, Conyers GA] 2013

“I sat too far back, lifted my hands to my eyebrows, and started trying to fix it like a saddle seat rider. Sam is never happy with my ersatz hunter moves.” [Team Awesome] 2016

This is not new, even with Optimus. [Saddlebred Steadiness] 2022

Lesson Note The Second

Minor panic attack. I sat up and rode. Optimus got just the tiniest bit bright. I started getting urgent messages over the comm.

Engine room: She gonna blow!
Bridge: No. That’s why I am riding a school horse.

This is not new either. [That Moment When You Remember You Are On A School Horse]

Onwards!
Katherine

Moon Break

Recovering from unspecified crud over the weekend. So, one from the reserve pile.

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Photo Note

3 am from my front door while waiting for the dog to finish. Not bad for a phone camera.

Personal Note

I’m hoping this weekend was actually a good thing. Been low-grade tired for a while lately. On Friday, I ran about for several hours doing my finest human Border Collie impression. Wiped. Me. Out. By Friday night, coughing and achey. Not Covid. I’ll spare you the details, but not Covid symptoms. Just one of the multitudinous other things that are still out there.

Perhaps I had been fighting off something? When I got tired, it had a chance to stage a full-on assault? Now I am out the other side and all will be sunshine and rainbows? Please?

Blog Note

Monday posts are done on Friday. That’s why yesterday’s post looks coherent.

… and I did this on Sunday, which says I was even less together than I thought I was, given that it made a brief appearance yesterday morning. Sigh. Time for another nap.

Onwards!
Katherine