Horses, Life, A Touch of Geek

More Heat Therapy

I have been heating Rodney’s neck with a sheepskin fleece under a neck rug. The massage therapist (more on this tomorrow) didn’t find anything specifically amiss, other than the generally weight of a horse’s head and neck assembly. Still, there is a bit of a muscle bump up on the left side that he certainly likes to have warmed. As I’ve said before, Rodney is part lizard [Piling on the Therapy].

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Katherine Walcott

Letter Art: Glitter Pens

Because life needs sparkle.

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Katherine Walcott

In another comment from my return to saddle seat post [And We’re Back, 1st comment post ], buffy bourbon said that I like older Stepping Stone Farm horses because young, nice horses are priced out of lesson programs. (Full quote below.)

I don’t want this to be true.

I will grant the market angle. It was approved of by people who know more of such matters than I. Over my 40 years of horsing, I’ve owned a handful of horses (5 or 6 depending on how one counts Mathilda. She certainly never thought of herself as my horse. But I digress.) I tend to look at horses in a narrow focus, as individuals. I don’t have the wide-angle, market view of someone who buys and sells that many horses in a year.

I will also grant that we all like to ride nice horses. An Olympic aspirant may be more interested in athletic talent than manners, but who wouldn’t take manners AND talent, should such a beast exist?

What I don’t want to be true is that I can only ride forgiving horses. I may be an amateur, but I still want to be the best rider I can be.

One interpretation is that Ms. Bourbon’s comments apply to me and saddle seat horses. I’ve often thought of riding in the saddle seat world as similar to living as a expatriate. You have a good time. You enjoy the people. You might even fantasy shop for an apartment. In your heart, you know you will go home eventually.

I can speak saddle seat, but I am not fluent in it. Not the way I am in whatever bastard combination of eventing/hunter/jumper/dressage is my default riding style. The fact that kids can ride horses I can’t [Show Photo] is on par with children speaking their own language better than an adult can as a second language.

Perhaps cheap, green, and saddle seat is more than I can manage.

May I present an alternate version of your theory? It seems to me that it’s not an “age of horse” that you get along with, but a personality type. You feel comfortable on the more forgiving horses. Most of us do, that’s not a weakness just a fact. The age thing comes in because of price point. A young, talented, forgiving horse just doesn’t make it into the lesson string very often, because an amateur is going to pay more for that horse than a training barn can afford to pay. Eventually, that horse ages up and the amateur wants something else and that’s how the older versions make it into lesson strings. So, I submit that you want to ride the same sort of horse that most of us want to ride… but you’re riding on the Stepping Stone budget which means some older horses.

This is not the first time I have cited a comment by Ms. Bourbon [Patterns, Clean Cups!] Clearly, a friend I have not yet met. Would it be considered stalking if I flew out to a show to cheer on a stranger?

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Katherine Walcott

Foto Theory

At the first Oak Mountain State Park photo class [Spotted], one of the other attendees asked me about my photo experience. I managed to garble a few words and blink. Really, I’m getting terrible at any interaction not mediated by a keyboard. So, I came home and thought about why I photograph.

It’s good to learn new things, right?

Making the blog more visual.

I used to be paid to take photos. Someday someone might do so again. Would be good if I remembered how.

All of these are worthy goals. What they are not is immediate goals. Any of them would be just as valid if I put them off for a day. So I do. Plus, as far as the blog is concerned, I often default to the phone as my best camera, i.e. the one I have with me.

I want to. I intend to. Suddenly it’s Friday and I got nothing.

How do you motivate for valued but nebulous goals?

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Katherine Walcott

Franklin Fairwell

Driving Thursday

Last weekend was our last scheduled lesson at Whip Hand Farm for the season. Canceled on account of Nate. We will be back, hopefully with Milton in tow.

Not farewell, but au revoir.

Easing on down the road.

Whip Hand Farm 2017

[Exciting Announcement]
[Driving Lesson Video Clip]
[New Equipment: Navigator Gloves]
[The Downside of Driving]
[Lots of Lessons]
[Kate’s Carriage]
[Foto Friday: Distance Problems]
[Greg and the Ladies]
[Navigator Training]
[Which Way Did He Go]
[Surviving the Drive]
[Tennessee Travels]
[Show Report: MTCC Driving Derby 2017]
[Show Tweets: MTCC Driving Derby 2017]
[Foto Friday: MTCC Driving Derby 2017]
[Show Tweets: Indiana CDE 2017]

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Katherine Walcott

Having to take a shower BEFORE you exercise.

Seriously. First thing I do in the morning is feed. It’s possible that manure is involved. I don’t notice anymore. Therefore, I try to tone down the barn odor as much as possible before spending an hour in a closed room with muggles.

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Katherine Walcott

Milton’s Autumn Plans

Now that we are up and about for Rodney [Plans], Greg has taken to working Milton in the mornings before work. However, he won’t have time on all days, and we will eventually run out of light.

Someone is gonna have to get his horse fit. That would be me. It doesn’t matter how dedicated one is on the weekend. Two days ain’t enough.

So, I have started. One day, we did our regular field walk in harness and long lines. The next day, we went into the ring to practice stopping and starting and steering. Well, for me to practice. Milton already knows how to do this in harness. I plan to alternate ring work with conditioning.

Yes, yes, riding would get him fit for driving. That was and is the plan. However, Milton is doing so well lately (Yay!) and he keeps having upcoming events that I don’t want to mess up.

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Katherine Walcott