Virtual Brush Box

Celebrating Art

 
Awareness of the outside world. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets. Matthew 22:39–40.
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Walter lives in the Alabama Woodlands section of the Birmingham Botanical Gardens.

The gift shop had a shelf-size horse and rider in the same style. No artist listed on the piece. Since Walter was an Eagle Scout project, I assume the gift shop merch was a different artist. While it would have made a cute pic to include here and would have given the post more equine legitimacy, I don’t need any more dustcatchers in my house. You will have to use your imagination. Or search on ‘horse statue made of nuts & bolts’ for similar examples.

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

Words

Writing & Writing About Writing

Awareness of the outside world. News fatigue. Quarantine fatigue. Fatigue fatigue. Lately, it seems that the message is, If we work really hard, we can reestablish normal. What about improving ourselves as a society? Being visionary? Doing new and wildly creative good things? Something to get excited about, rather than ‘Oh Dear Lord in Heaven, let this dark madness be over.’
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Did another virtual 5K last week. I will catch up with my walk reports once I’m done yapping about the Virtual Tevis. Short version, wandering around public gardens is not conducive to fast finishes.

While I was tromping along, I got to thinking about fiction. Okay, truth in advertising. The walk was on Friday. The thinking was more along the lines of, ‘Eeek, I have no post for tomorrow. Whatever shall I say?’ Thus endeth the brief look into how the sausage is made.

A 5K would make a great narrative frame: introduction, rising action, climax, falling action, denouement. In the audio version, the narrator could read as if they were jogging along. “Hold on a moment, here is a hill.” Verisimilitude.

A shorter story could be done as 3.1 miles: three acts with a coda.

A marathon would mean 26 chapters would mean a pretty strong hook to keep the story going for that long.

Other narrative frame possibilities.

Recipe. This has probably been done.

Car repair manual. A little too much Zen and ….?

Really, any list of instructions.

A jumping trip, particularly cross-country as the jumps would all be distinct. A story based on the jumps in a jump-off would have to be short and speedy.

An saddle seat class, since they all fit the same pattern: enter trot, walk, canter, walk, reverse, repeat, line up. Each one could be a horse memory. Hmm. I might have to try that one. Surely, I have 10 ASB anecdotes.

Dressage test. Lots of movements. Not enough interest in dressage. Anyone want to take this one?

A tour of a museum, particularly a house museum. The tour guide would go through the house in modern time while the story built in flashbacks.

No, I still haven’t written any fiction. This post is a cheap attempt to squeak along by talking about fiction instead of posting any.

Why do I keep hitting my head against this wall? Because I want to write, I am capable of writing, I just can’t think of what to write. This is not a problem that is addressed in writing advice.

Better luck to me next week.

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

Horsekeeping

Lucky enough to have a horse.

 
Awareness of the outside world. Fran Jurga’s Hoof Blog looks at wide range of topics from a narrow point of view. Naturally, most posts are ones that only a farrier or lameness doc could love. The blog is worth checking on for the general interest posts. For example, the involvement of horseshoer unions in early Labor Day celebrations, given the prevalence of the horse in pre-automotive cities, Labor Day parades: When American horseshoers marched down city streets. Another example, did you know that a major event had a shoeing competition? Now you do. Burghley Horse Trials’ Best Shod Horse for 2019: What was he wearing…and why? I find it interesting that the blog covers so many different events and ideas while staying focused on one subject.
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Not what you want to see.

Three days, Milton. You were shod three days ago.

Sproing!

Tidy as can be.

All dressed up and ready to ride.
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Milton sprung a shoe then twisted it almost off. Removed all but two of the nails. Looks like the shoe was taken off by a blacksmith. How? How did he do that?

Horses never cease to amaze.

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

Training Journal

If you’re riding a horse, you’ve already won.

 
Awareness of the outside world. Family stuff. Outside world can go hang. Vague for the sake of privacy. Everything should be okay. One worries. Later, All clear has been sounded.
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Overall
Our pasture is on a hill. We have enough flat places along one side for riding areas. When we go counter-clockwise (first direction in ASB terms) around the edge, the terrain has a short, sharp rise, which also involves going around the downed tree. When we go clockwise (second direction), the path has a gradual steep slope. Subjective experience says the hill in this direction is bigger. [The Tree Didn’t Get The Memo]

We have been trotting both hills!

Milton has had a moment or two on the short, steep part in the trees. Both horses prefer to lead here. When Milton is leading, Rodney just gives up and walks. Doing his trail jog behind Milton up the hill is too hard. Both horses think the clockwise hill is a lot of work. They are not wrong. I feel the same way when I walk the pasture.

In other news, Milton handles new shoes better than Rodney does. Shoes Thursday. On Friday, Milton went on his own around the field. Did great. Even a bit of trot at the end. He is now one mile ahead. Rodney and I will catch up at some point so that we can finish together.

We are up to 8 laps per ride. That means ~2.5 miles. The plan is to ride 8 laps four times a week for a total of ~10 miles a week. This gives us a cushion if we get a rainy week or someone is indisposed.

Milestones
Hodgson’s Meadow, listed on map.

Lyon Ridge, mile 21. Image source & additional photos, Tevis Cup: Lyon Ridge.

Cougar Rock, mile 23. Photo provided by virtual ride management. Getting photographed going up Cougar Rock is THE iconic Tevis pic. More photos and fun facts, Tevis Cup: Walking Tour of Cougar Rock & Tevis Cup: Fact and Fiction About the Tevis Cup Ride…

Video of trail between miles 14 & 21. Tevis Cup – Technical Riding in Granite Chief. Eeep.

Daily Log
Thursday, August 13. Day off. Shod. [Follow The Rules]

Friday, August 14. Today 3 laps, 1 miles (estimated). Total 16.17 {15.17} miles. Time 24 min (estimated). Milton’s solo day. Rodney reclined on the couch adjusting to his new shoes.

Saturday, August 15. Today 8 laps, 2.58 miles. Total 18.75 {17.75} miles. Time 56:44 min. Pace 22 minpermile/ 2.7 mph.

Milton, 21 miles.

Rodney, 20 miles.

Sunday, August 16. Today 8 laps, 2.63 miles. Total 21.38 {20.38} miles. Time 56:29 min. Pace 21 minpermile/ 2.9 mph.

Monday, August 17. Day off. Rest.

Tuesday, August 18. Day off. Rest.

Milton, 24 miles.

Rodney, 23 miles.

Wednesday, August 19. Today 8? laps, 2.7 miles. Total 24.08 [23.08] miles. Time 55:21 min. Pace 20 minpermile/ 3 mph. Check out that pace! I’m guessing at the laps from the mileage. The best way to fit in trot sets is to trot a flat stretch, reverse, and trot back. This messes with my ability to keep track of which lap we are on.

Note. the streetview screenshots are my best guess for location and direction. They could be way off. Still, I get the general idea.

Recent Posts
Mine
[Miles 7-15]
[Trail Talk]
[Virtual Gaits]
[Virtual Trees]

Others
Go Pony: Virtual Tevis: Week 2 and into Week 3

Moonlit Pastures: Virtual Tevis Week 2: Passing Cougar Rock and Lyon Ridge

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

Training Journal

If you’re riding a horse, you’ve already won.

 
Awareness of the outside world. Regardless of your politics, voting during a pandemic is a logistical hairball. Look into what you need to do for yourself and your area. Don’t assume status quo ante. Let’s get everyone counted.
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The ride is virtual. The trees are real.

As I said yesterday, Rodney is pouting. He’s having to work and he doesn’t approve. In the past, his response to new ideas is to get wound up. Say what you want about anxiety, it provides energy. [Virtual Gaits]

Now, everything is relaxed. Everything is low key. He’s trotting the path around his own field for the … pauses to check spreadsheet … 64th time in two weeks. He’s not braving these wilds alone. Milton is with him. There is nothing to get anxious about. There is just trotting along in a straight line.

We hates it. We hates it forever.

Rodney’s method for expressing this displeasure is to crash me into tree branches.

I’m not talking about overhanging branches that require you to duck. I’m talking targeting trees, veering off the path to brush through bushes. In one extreme case, he left the path entirely to pass through two trees growing close together.

I’m not imagining this. Milton’s rider says you can see Rodney aiming at trees.

Rodney has been know to weave from side to side to get three trees in a row in 20 yards of path. The more annoyed he is, the more new tree branches he finds.

This is particularly fun on dewy mornings.

Rodney is not a grumpy horse. Previous horse was a grump old man the day he was foaled. I know from grumpy. Rodney is passing through a phase. He’s in a mood. He’s working and it’s hard and it’s new and he’s going to be bad at it and … and … and …

Whack.

As I said before, real Tevis horses can’t be like this. Taking the drunkard’s walk down the trail takes too much extra time.

[VTevis archives]

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

Training Journal

If you’re riding a horse, you’ve already won.

 

Awareness of the outside world. Year for the first Black members of Congress? 1870. U.S. Capitol Visitor Center: The Second American Revolution. Lithograph by Currier & Ives Library of Congress: The first colored senator and representatives – in the 41st and 42nd Congress of the United States.
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The ride is virtual. The gaits are real. Our trail walks around the pasture have become trail walk & trots, with even a dollop of canter.

Milton’s Walk
Milton putts along with the rider’s reins on the buckle. His neck is stretched out, with a sweet curve that says he’s relaxed but interested in his environment. Ears are perked.

Milton’s Trot
When he is trotting behind, Milton’s face bears an adorably earnest grimace as his feet fling about in an effort to catch up with Rodney. When Milton is in the lead, I watch the several false starts it takes to get trotting.

Rider: Milton trot!

Horse: Hums quietly to himself. Walks along.

Rider: Milton trot!

Horse: How would you feel about a fast walk?

Rider: Milton trot!

Horse: Not a fast walk. Okay, then, trotting it is.

Rider: Milton trot!

Horse: Keep your shorts on. This is a trot. Kinda.

Milton’s Canter
Right at the top of one hill, Milton threw in a few strides of canter, using momentum as an aid to hauling himself up the slope. The last time Milton’s rider cantered may have been a dressage test with Mathilda in the 90s. Driving? He’s a cantering fool. Riding? Not so much. Everyone did great.

Rodney’s Walk
Rodney is not stupid. He learns plenty fast. However, it takes him forever to accept a new concept. The processing time is long. He was just starting to get the idea that he could stroll along, think his thoughts, watch the scenery. The ears were just starting to reach a happy place. Then we added trotting.

Rodney’s Trot
Rodney is pouting.

He is learning a trail trot, i.e. a slow jog to stay behind Milton when we are following or not get too far ahead when we are leading.

Technically, he is perfect. Loose rein. Good speed. Maintains the pace. Artistically, he is doing everything he possibly can to misbehave while still being correct. Trotting with a sideways bend in his neck. Acting sullen. He’s convinced this is a horrible new thing and that he will hate it.

He’s not bored. During our stand exercises, this horse would stand for 20 minutes or more admiring the world around him. He’ll get there with trotting around the pasture. Eventually. [Switching Horses]

Rodney’s Canter
At one point we got far enough behind Milton that I asked Rodney if he wanted to canter. We lasted 5-6 strides and dropped back to trot.

He does the same thing in the ring. He will try to break into a canter, particularly around a corner. ‘I don’t want to trot. I must canter.’ Sometimes, I say no. Sometimes, I let him. He canters maybe a quarter of the way around the ring. ‘Okay, enough of that. I’d rather trot.’

(Actually, the best times are when I stay centered and we keep our balance and he doesn’t feel the need to threaten/offer to canter. But that’s a different story.)

Spooking and Fussing
Milton got a wee bit overwhelmed trotting uphill while simultaneously slaloming though the trees. He felt the need to express himself. Rider not fazed. Says he’s dealt with that maneuver many, many times on longlines.

Rodney did not like the look of the red cart seat that he walks past multiple times a day. No sir, he did not like the look of it at all. In his defense, the red was remarkably bright in the sunlight.

Both of them objected to trotting in tall grass.

The Joys Of Riding Thoroughbreds
I doubt real Tevis horses have this many thoughts about what they are being asked to do. A horse would be exhausted if they keep this up for 100 miles.

[VTevis archives]

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

Thoughts

 
Awareness of the outside world. We will never know if we overreacted. We will only know, to our sorrow, if we underreacted.
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Cats of the Birmingham Zoo. Lion. Lion. Pallas kitten. Bobcat. African Wild Cat. Sand Cat. The Wild Cat & the Sand Cat were stalking each other from across the aisle.

Last Mood post was a month ago. I haven’t posted one because not much changes. I could & paste from previous posts. Which is good in some cases. [Mood on Monday, When This Is Over]

Still no personal connection with the virus. Yay. [The Mood On Monday, The Ugly Bits]

Still blogging, riding & biking. Still ineffectively staring into space otherwise. Yay. Boo. [Mood On Monday, Exhaustion and Dead White Men]

Still hanging out at home. Until last week, the most non-essential activity I had done was to buy a donut. : ? “It can also mean an unsureness of what facial expression would be appropriate in this situation.” Urban Dicitonary: : ? Emoticon. [Mood On Monday, Putting The Outside World In Time Out, I should note that mask-wearing compliance was 99% the last time I was at this store. Everyone had a mask on, one employee had their mask half on. Missed 100% by a nose.]

Still benefiting from the shift to virtual. This week The Great American Stamp Show. : ? Just assume this emoticon for the rest of the year.[Mood On Monday, Upside, Hard To Be Happy]

Still horrified by the news. Boo. [Ugly Bits]

Not Happening
I canceled my dental cleaning over the summer. Cases were on the rise in my state. Despite the outstanding procedure on my first visit, standards had slipped when I went for my second visit. I decided routine maintenance could wait. I may have to go back anyway. My other lower, hind molar is aching. I’m starting to suspect that I clench or grind my teeth at night. I wonder why. [Outing Report, In Which I Venture To The Dentist]

Happening
I finally had a small outing. Was in town. Had a few hours before my next appointment. Went to the zoo. Minimal risk as it would be outdoors and uncrowded. The zoo had done a great job adapting to current events. Traffic barriers kept people in a one-way loop. Masks were universal. Frequent sanitizing stations. High-touch points were identified. I did go inside two buildings, but there were few other folks and I stayed away from them.

Attitude
I find my attitude shifts over time.

I spend July in a daze. Burnout. Quarantine fatigue. Call it what you will. I look at a calendar and wonder how we got to August.

This month, I have been getting pissy.

I watch other countries and think, this is why we can’t have nice things. During CoNZealand, they announced the location of a meeting and invited any local people to stop by. My first thought, they shouldn’t be gathering like that. My second thought, in New Zealand they could. We have no excuse for where we are as a country other than a disinclination to get our collective shit together.

Locally, I sit on the sidelines while I watch people conduct themselves as if life was unchanged. I want that. Of course I want the virus not to exist and not to have to remember a mask and to be able to hug my friends and to make travel plans and to generally get on with my life. These are not good choices, certainly not in a part of the country with high case counts and undesirable positivity rates.

I am right? Are they right? Am I overreacting? Are they underreacting? The only way to be sure is for something to go wrong. The only way to convince people that a pandemic is actually happening is for someone to get sick. I don’t want that. So, I sit in my corner and rage inside my head.

Plus, it’s August, Not my favorite month in any year. [Hello September]

And that’s what I have to say about this moment in 2020.

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott