Saddletime, The Sequel

Horsekeeping

Lucky enough to have a horse.

 

Staring into the depths, wondering where the time goes.

 
We have decided that it is okay to ride our horses quietly in the backyard. Other people have made different decisions.

However.

Just because I have decided to ride doesn’t mean I get to ride.

Let’s go to the tape.

A few days of riding [Why Is This Hard For You, I Mean, Yay Progress].

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L’affair du feet. Milton [Behind Bars, Alternate Explanation, Shoeing at a Social Distance]. Rodney [To Ride Or Not To Ride, The Question Is Irrelevant]

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We are now halfway through the month.

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A chance to ride. Callooh! Callay!” Milton lunges. Rodney walks. Practices a few super soft walk-trot transitions to instill the idea that one can trot repeatedly without stress [Libations]. Trots two or three circles at a mild shuffle.

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A day of storms. Milton thinks some of the bangs are a little too close. He is not wrong.

Next day, everyone exhausted. Milton visibly tired. Rodney does not look as worn out but didn’t get any sleep either. I crash so hard during a nap that husband wakes me up for status check when I haven’t moved in 45 minutes.

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A chance to ride! Callooh! Tack up. Ca – what? You’re feeling awfully good today, Rodney. Perhaps we have found the limit to feeding green hay [Recap Hay Snacks]? Crisp spring day. Light rain. Truck delivering hay to cow field next door. Uh-oh. This counts as breaking news on Cow TV [Diet Secret]. Rodney is riveted. Once he gets hooked on cows, his brain leaves the building [Holiday Rides].

Riding slides further down the probablity scale. Let’s do our walking first. Hand walk to corner of field [Progress]. Give him a chance to settle. Or not. Walk. Stop. Stare at cows. Walk. Spook. Stare at cows.

Come back to ring. Milton lunging. And stopping to stare at cows. And then lunging. Rain increases. We stand next to ring. Rodney paces circles around me. Ground crew finally realizes he is outvoted 3-to-1 and gives up any hope of working today.

Tired of dealing with this nonsense, I untack Rodney. Let him go. Carry his tack back to barn. Rodney ping-pongs around the field. Strafes us as we walk back. Milton is unpleased at being strafed. Get to barn. Untack Milton. Cue wild horse rodeo routine!

Well, at least they are pretty to look at.

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Rain. Epic, even biblical, amounts of rain. Horses remain dry in run-in shed. Footing impossible.

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Mildy rainy day, with lighting just often enough to keep us bottled up in the house.

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A simple, quiet walk around the pasture. That would be good, yes? To maximize success, we walk around the field once in hand. Rodney spooks at the sound of Milton lunging. As we get back around to the ring, the truck drives into the cow field. Really?! Not for weeks and now two rides in a row?

Decide to get on. See how it goes. We walk a few hundred yards, nagging every stride to keep his attention on me. Reach the corner. Get off. This is not fun.

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Warmer weather. Always good for Rodney. Heat his back. No cows. We achieve walk poles and – be still my heart – a line of two trot poles.

Have a chat with the lad about increasing his level of sangfroid. Yes, we are doing something that might, maybe, someday, eventually, grow up to be consider jump schooling. That is no reason we need to behave as if we are entering the ring for a jump-off at the Garden.

It is pointed out to me that I need to be the chill one. I need to convince him to relax. People who know me IRL are shaking their heads at their screens right now.

We trot. I talk. Really, actually talk out loud to him. It helps. “Be cool, dude. When you get to the endzone, act like you’ve been there before.”

This works! We do the four exercises in a row at a calm trot. Yah!

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Off. Or off-ish. Not even unsound, just careful about how he places that right front foot. From being barefoot? From stomping flies? From being composed of spun sugar and sensitivity? Who knows.

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The bucket. The foot. The soaking.

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There goes April.

Update. Rodney ended the month by pulling his LEFT front shoe.

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

Whither?

Training Journal

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

 
A Enter Spooking wrote a post for posterity, recording the moment, “Because it’ll be interesting to read back in the future … I wanted to continue documenting some of this craziness.” AES: The New Normal

I am about to do the same. This may not interest anyone other than my future self. Mostly my thoughts about what the future holds. Things I would say if the question came up in conversation. If I had conversations with anyone outside the household. Yes, that does include conversations with my cats.

So. This is a record of my thoughts at the moment. I wonder how they will look in a month, a year, five years. Ridiculous? Prophetic? Pessimistic? Optimistic? Time will tell.

Now
We have elected to follow a strict interpretation of “Stay home, except for essential activity.” The chef stocks up once a week at a grocery story. In the last few weeks, I have gone out for banking (drive-up), pet food, horse feed, and one trip to the barn [Thing].

In truth, not all that much different from my pre-lockdown lifestyle. I didn’t get out much. Not that I like it, but I am used to it.

Limited Turnout
As AES says, none of this is news. Y’all are getting the same info I am. From what I understand, testing and tracing would allow society to loosen up to some extent. What I would do, in order of increasing personal involvement.

First to come is schooling Rodney at the various facilities that we visit. As I mentioned, this falls easily into the See No One, Touch Nothing category [Lemonade]. We are often at the barns when no one else is around. If we do see folks, we exchange waves and brief chats from at least 10 feet away. We’ve even pondered a primitive sanitary arrangement with a bucket, shavings, and lid. We already bring our own water. We would never have to go near the barn. So, trips to the round pen at Stepping Stone Farm [Old Arena] and the jump course at Full Circle Horse Park [Super Duper] would be first out of the box.

Next, would be riding lessons with our horses. As above with the addition of a person standing in the middle of the ring. We have built-in social distance. As long as ground crew remembers not to wander over to kibbitz. Do you know how disconcerting it is to have instructor and ground crew in a huddle laughing together? I’m sure they are not talking about me. Not at all. Not in the slightest.

The next level of engagement would be riding lessons on school horses. Ironically, I have more of my own gear for saddle seat than I do for jumping. In either case, school-horse lessons would involve entering the barns, sharing equipment, getting near people. Maybe everyone else remembers to stay far enough apart. I could see myself falling into non-social distance habits quite easily.

Driving lessons for Milton are about on this level. Everyone stays far apart, except for hitching, which is where we need Coach Courtney’s help.

My other two regular pre-virus activities were dance class [Waving My Arms to Music] and tai chi exercise class. Both take place in large rooms and could easily be limited to a pre-determined capacity. On the other hand, they are a) within enclosed spaces and b) filled with heavy-breathing people who are expelling those pesky droplets with more force and sending them a lot farther than 6 feet, I can only assume. These would be the last activities back on my restricted schedule.

Those are the things on the top of my mind at the moment. I have other parts to my life than horses, at least a few. I have friends. I would like to see those friends. I didn’t do this often enough in the before times. Also club meetings, church, volunteering, dental appointments. The paraphernalia of life.

When will all this happen? Weeks? Months? No idea. Wouldn’t begin to speculate. Depends on how well/quickly we implement test & trace. It is startling to consider how long it may be before I can give a friendly hug to someone other than my husband.

Status Quo Ante
Again, from what I understand, life as we knew it doesn’t return until we have a vaccine, natural extinction of the disease, or a failsafe treatment.

Travel and vacations are right out. The last place I want to be is in the enclosed space of an airplane bringing the germs of three airports – at least – to my mother. Even with test and trace, do you really trust the process to be that foolproof?

Mass events are a no go.

“The Safra Center report and others, released by both right-leaning and left-leaning groups, broadly recommend a similar path forward: While certain nonessential businesses may be allowed to reopen in phases as COVID-19 testing and tracing is ramped up, bans against mass public gatherings — like concerts and sporting events — should remain in place until mass immunity or a vaccine is developed, which is expected to take at least another year.” Boston.com: The 2020 Boston Marathon was postponed due to the coronavirus. Could it be canceled altogether? DeCosta-Klipa, April 23, 2020

It is easy to see such a ban applying to marathons with their mass starts and crowds of spectators or to football games at stadiums with seating capacities of 100,000. The article above says that Germany is banning gatherings of over 5,000 people through October. Later in the article, a 50-person limit is discussed.

How would this apply to horse shows?

Horse shows are like golf tournaments. The activity itself is isolated. Out there on the fairway, you are yards from anyone. What about the start and finish? The scoreboard? The pro shop?

Horseback riding is an individual activity. Dressage riders, jumpers, and barrel racers are alone in the ring. Even in a group class, no one wants to be within six feet of another horse’s hind feet. What about warm-up? The in-gate? Narrow barn aisles? The concession stand?

I can envision logistics for golf and horse shows that would keep everyone apart. Would we remember to adhere to the new behaviors once we were back in places that are so familiar? Do we want to take that risk?

Speaking of risk. All of our opinions may be irrelevant. Scientific statements may be irrelevant. Political posturing may be irrelevant. If a restaurant/golf course/horse show arena opens, a customer gets ill, and that customer sues the company for providing an unsafe space, will the company be covered under their business policy? If the insurance companies say no, then opening ain’t happening.

Even if horse shows were available, would I go? I don’t know. I want to go. Don’t get me wrong. We all know I love me a horse show. But just because they have them, doesn’t mean I have to attend. Although I have no desire to get sick – I am a whiny princess when ill – I’m not as worried about catching it. Perhaps I should be. I’m more worried about being an inadvertent vector.

I have no answers. I don’t even have terribly original questions. I’ll be the first to admit that it costs me nothing to sit over here on the sidelines and pontificate. I’m not the one who has to think about canceling the Boston Marathon for the first time in a 100-plus-year history.

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

Superposition of Names

Lettering & Graphic Design

 

 
“Superposition is the ability of a quantum system to be in multiple states at the same time until it is measured.” TechTarget

Experimenting with reading two words at once. Solid letters are in back but easier to read. Outline letters are in the foreground, but harder to read. Darkening the green to match the red brought the two words closer together. Therefore, color is as much a factor as letter style and position.

Process notes. Inkscape for lettering. GIMP for border & watermark. Per usual.

Update on process. Notes to self. In this version, the block letters stand out more than the outline letters. Fiddled. Tried thicker outlines but the letters got ugly & smooshed on the inside spaces, particularly the cursive(?). Couldn’t get the programs to agree on a nice-looking green. When I got the two visually equal, it was a mess. The eye couldn’t pick one over the other. Interesting. Didn’t post any of that b/c this one was the prettiest and got the idea across.

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

State of the Blog, This is a Horse Blog, What’s With All The Off-Topic Fiction?

Blogging About Blogging

 

Without an audience, a story is half-formed.
Response to comments [Warts]

I have been publishing short fragments of fiction on Saturdays. Why?

Scheduling
Several blogs that I read take the weekends off. (How dare they! Don’t they know I require entertainment on all days?) Instead of doing that, I change direction. Saturdays are writing. Sunday are graphic design.

Sometimes, Sundays are also about horses [Equine Logo, KLLM]; sometimes not [You Know You Have Fallen Down The Lettering Rabbit Hole When …]. Saturday fiction writing is rarely – dare I say never? – about horses. Equine fiction leaves me cold, either to read or to write [Horseback Reads]. That’s okay, the world is vast. Topics are everywhere.

Author bios often say that X book came about because they wrote what they wanted to read. That’s kinda what I’m going for. At least I will amuse myself.

Posting
I have designated three of the four Saturdays as fiction days, with varying degrees of success. The last Saturday of the month is for a discussion of blogging, as herein. This weekly posting schedule provides me with a sufficient illusion of accountability to get my fingers in gear.

That is true, but only partly. Moving forward, I want to dwell less on filling space and more on telling.

Fiction is telling a story. Fiction is telling a story TO someone. Yeah, I’m quoting myself up there. I really like both the turn of phrase and the idea behind it.

You are the audience I am telling the story to.

The hope is that the bits & pieces with eventually coalesce in to a coherent short story that I can send out. Or form the basis for my Hugo-award-winning novel. You will have been along for the ride. Share the journey.

If it all never goes anywhere, well then, I get blog posts & you get entertained.

Fiction To Date
2013
[Off-Topic: Fiction]
2014
[Two Sentence Genre Stories]
[Two Sentence Horror Story]
2019
[A Ring On The Table]
Published! “You Had Me At Blue HairBending Genres, Issue 11.
[Where Are They Now? Fiction Sketch]
2020
[Quantum Truck, A Writing Sketch]
[Faces In The Crowd, A Fiction Exercise]
[So Many Questions, A Plot Fragment]
[Origins of the Lunar Colony, Plot Fragment]
[The New Normal, Fiction Fragment]
[Warts And All, Contest Entries & Fragmentary Fiction]

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

Found Fotos, Milton at Full Circle Horse Park

Photography

I’m calling it coronavirus cabin fever. When you are so bored, you finally clean your house. Found these in an old secretary’s envelope from Full Circle Horse Park. Odd & ends being handed out by the photographer I assume. Jeremy Villar Photography

The whiteout in the photos below is an error with my scanner, not a problem with the original photos. They look fine. The sensors got confused by a light-colored horse on light-colored footing. The photo sensors didn’t do all that much better with a white shirt against the sky, above. Issues fixable if I spent more time with my camera or with post-production. As a professional, Mr. Villar handles white shirt, white sky, white horse, white ground just fine, naturally. Look, pretty pictures! Look, pretty horsie!

Figuring out which Full Circle Show

Not this one, he was braided.
[So It Begins, Show Photos, Dressage at Full Circle Horse Park, Summer 2018]

Not this one, wrong shirt on rider.
[So It Continues, Show Photos, Dressage at Full Circle Horse Park, October 2018]

Ditto
[Dynamic Duo Does Digital, Show Photos, Dressage at Full Circle Horse Park, March 2019]

Dressage, white shirt
[Preliminaries Accomplished, Show Report, Full Circle Horse Park, April 2019, Dressage]
&
Jumping, red shirt
[Our First Competition Course, Show Photos, Full Circle Horse Park, April 2019]

No photos
[We Cantered! We Won! Guess Which One I Care About! Show Report, Full Circle Horse Park, May 2019, Dressage]
&
[On Course Again, Show Report, Full Circle Horse Park, May 2019, Show Jumping]

Milton expresses himself
[Looking Goofy, Horse Show Outtakes]

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

Rodney’s New Show Name, Briefly

Training Journal

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

 
Note. This was originally scheduled for Monday, March 2, 2020, as a preshow post before the barrel race show report [The Meaning Behind Mondays]. We went. We barreled. We did not show. Therefore, no need for a show name [Not From Around These Parts]. I put post and name aside to be used later for a dressage show. Then we decided to put dressage on hold [Horse Show Cookies]. Then the world decided to put everything on hold. Posting now because who knows how I will feel about his name when horse shows are back on the agenda. Stay safe. Stay sane.
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Introducing …

… drumroll …

Dr. Whooves

We needed a name because we went to a show. Report later this week. You aren’t going to believe what Rodney did.

Why Dr. Whooves? Because Rodney has the whole scarf thing going on.

Photo by Craig Zernik

Portrait by Martine Greenlee [Art Week, Day One, The Reveal].

Artist’s inspiration photo [Art Week, Day Two, Painting Dr Whooves Part 1, Guest Reblog]. Original post [Foto Friday: Doctor Whooves].

Dr. Whooves is a My Little Pony character based on the lead from the TV show Doctor Who [Latest Additions to the Blog Stable]. While the title of the Doctor is never abbreviated, the Time Turner’s title is.

Actually, the scarf is more 4th Doctor, while the Time Turner is new series, mostly #10. As with Macho’s
costume, “Dr. Whooves” is slightly easier to explain than “Trot Baker.”

The name Lord Chummingly Mountjoy III would be even harder to explain. What?

For your amusement, MLP references on Doctor Who from the Tardis Data Core, Toys from the real world, My Little Pony . Also, an artist’s rendering of #12 as a pony, and Peter Clopaldi. Neither of these are canon or fanon, as far as I can tell.

If none of this means anything to you, just smile at the geekery and carry on.

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

You Sexy Thing

Adventures in Saddle Seat

Enjoy the ride.

 

 
Unconcerned with the latest news cycle, Bob shakes his booty at the ladies.

Had to go by the barn for a pick-up. Employed proper protocol: i.e. made appointment, stayed away from people, kept it short, touched nothing, made sure I wouldn’t need restroom while there, even supplied my own peppermints. Spring was springing out all over.

More peacock plumage [Threads Make Feathers].
 

 
Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott