It’s Not The Ups & Downs

… It’s the sudden changes of direction, as my mother is fond of saying.

After a week of a punk, pouting mood [God Laughs], I ended up riding Milton more often than I would have otherwise.

In the big ring at SSF.

 
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But first a veterinary update.

Milton will have his bumpectomy this Friday. It will be full-on surgery, not the local job we were hoping for. Consider my stress level maxed out for the week. Therefore, I have written and scheduled posts through the weekend. I plan to write a medical update post next Tuesday. For those who would like to stay current, I have set up Twitter at the top of the sidebar. —->

At least, this is how I plan to share progress, good news, and minor set-backs. I have no idea what I would do in the event of dire news. Along those lines, I have always wondered about flight trackers. You watch your loved one’s progress across a screen. What happens if the flight, um, fails to continue progressing? Do they put a big red X on the flight path? That’s not how one wants to receive such news. I guess there is really no way one wants to receive such news. But I digress. Everything will be fine. The surgery is as routine as surgery gets. Everything will be fine. Enjoy the posts. Keep up via Twitter if you are interested. Talk to you next week. Everything will be fine.
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Back to me.

My medical advisor decided that Milton was cleared for light work, i.e. pony rides for the old lady [I Ride Milton!], but not heavy work, i.e. hauling his ass around in a 400-pound carriage [First]. Win for me.

Over the two weekends, we took him to Stepping Stone Farm twice and I rode at home twice. Although trailering counts as work for a horse, SSF is so close and we have been so often that it barely counts as work for Milton. The ride at home was the first! ride! since! the! boom! [Did I Piss Off the Universe and Not Notice?].

During one of the SSF rides, Milton was awesome. Swinging forward walk. No corkscrewing at the trot. Coach Courtney called him joyous. He was on the tail end of his antibiotics [Laughs]. This leads us to think that his bump may have been bothering him lately. We all know how a low-grade infection can sour one’s outlook [Antibiotics as Mood Elevator]. This in turn makes the decision for surgery somewhat easier.

Riding at home is stressful for me because of our history. Riding at home is stressful for Milton because he is outside of a ring, having to handle the big, wide world of his home pasture.

Progress Made
Ride in the big ring.
Ride at home.
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Meaning no disrespect, but I have decided my Momma is wrong. Ups are great. Downs suck pond water. Sudden reversals downward carry their own special horror. Sudden pleasant surprises? Yes, please. One on Friday would be nice.

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

Switching Horses

 

Rodney -> Milton is no problem. Milton is perfectly happy for me to ride correctly [Rodney as Word Processing Software].

Milton -> Rodney is problem. Rodney is a subtle beast. I am not. Neither is Milton.

Milton is not lazy, not school-horse lazy. Milton is … considerate. He wants to be sure that you mean what you say.

Rider/Driver: Milton, trot.
Milton: Really?
Rider/Driver: Milton, trot.
Milton: Seriously?
Rider/Driver: Milton, trot.
Milton: Okay.

I have an electric seat. It keeps Milton moving along. On Rodney, an electric seat translates as Go! GO! GO NOW! I have to recalibrate.

Rodney never gets bored. We are up to 20+ minutes of mounted stand exercise. He doesn’t shuffle his feet; nor does he zone out. He stands, quiet and relaxed, engaged in surveying his world. He does standing meditation better than most people.

Rodney is alive to nuance. I need to be as well.

If you ride two (or more) horses, do you switch mindsets when you switch horses? If so, how?

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You may be sensing a sameness in my recent Rodney photos.

 

Welcome to my world. We do more on the weekends, but not much. Festina lente, emphasis on the lente.
[Rodney as Word Processing Software]
[Rodney’s Schedule?]

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

In Which I Reblog Myself

… what should i do in New York City … this looks like fun … this restaurant looks good … a lot of these recommendations come from New York Cliché … i should see if she’s free for a blogger meet-up … wait, i can’t ask a total stranger to meet … can i? … genius idea. She’s an actress. i’ll ask if there are any performances we can attend … that sounds less stalker-ish … silence … she’s in this New York Cliché, Drunk Restoration Comedy Presents: Meaneth Girls or the Tragedy of Regina George, but it’s not playing while we are there … i tried … that was a fun trip … email from New York Cliché… didn’t see letter-sorry to miss-hope you had a great time-did i have any stories-would i like to guest post? … guest post? guest post? cool … i can talk about this, and this, and this … wait, a story is narration, this is exposition … well, it’s what i got … if she doesn’t use it, i can … she likes it! she likes it! … maybe this will be my breakout post … the one that gets Freshly Pressed, and goes viral, and gets quoted years from now by other bloggers [Blogging Goals] … but without the nasty side effects of fame, The Everywhereist: My Post About Feminism Went Viral. Days Later, My Twitter Account Was Hacked … is it out yet? … no … is it out yet? … no … is it out yet? … it’s out! New York Cliché, Guest Post: Born and Raised a New York Native….But Now? … my first guest post written to purpose! … i’ll post the link here and here and here … how sweet … comments! … that was nice of her to say … and … nothing … no fireworks stats … no global recognition of my brilliance … the world moved on … how dare it … i wonder if this is how if feels to write a book, sell a nice number of copies, and then have it fade into the sunset … i can reblog it … reblogging myself, is that meta or next-level narcissism? … at least i got a blog post out of it.

 

This is a screenshot. For the rest of the post, please click on the image or visit New York Cliché, Guest Post: Born and Raised a New York Native….But Now?

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

Show Photos: CAA 2017

Driving Thursday
Utility Vehicle Reinsmanship, Victory Pass

With Milton on injured reserve [God Laughs] and no saddle seat shows [Do It All], not much driving going on. Instead, here are some belatedly ordered photos from the CAA Carriage Festival last year [Show Report]. (You may notice that MY photos get ordered right away – the good ones at least – while Greg’s get ordered eventually.)

Greg drives Bliss WH. Double Jeopardy passenger is Coach Kate. Presentation Drive passenger is me. All photos by & purchased from Casey McBride.

Utility Vehicle Timed Obstacles
Double Jeopardy Single Horse
Presentation Pleasure Drive

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

Road to the World Cup: First Team Practice. Guest Post

Saddle Seat Wednesday

Stepping Stone Farm rider Reagan Upton is on the U.S. Saddle Seat World Cup Team. She is sharing her story. Welcome Reagan.

Part 1 [Road to the World Cup: Have Saddle, Will Travel]
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Like any other team sport, the U.S. Saddle Seat Team has practice. Before I went to our first practice at Cascade Stables in New Orleans, LA, many people would ask me “what exactly do you practice?” That was a question I had asked myself. What would we practice? We all know how to ride, so exactly what would we be doing?

In my opinion, practice is more for the coaches because they have to learn each rider’s strengths and weaknesses. At the World Cup competition, the team will draw 6 horses and it is up to the coaches to decide which rider will ride which horse during the competition. The coaches will have to evaluate the horse and determine what rider’s strength would fit that horse best in order to get the best scores. So at our team practice, the coaches had us ride multiple horses to evaluate what type horses we look best on and which ones we get along with the most. I rode a total of 3 five-gaited horses and did a pattern on each.

The coaches also did individual interviews. I was asked what I believe my strengths are and if I would rather rider a lazy horse or a game horse. I explained that I am an aggressive rider (could be a strength or a weakness) and a lazy horse compliments my riding style more.

When I was a kid, Jennifer Fernambucq of Heathermoor Farm, was my trainer while she and my mom had a barn together. I also rode with Desiree Clausen of Cardinal Farm for a year. This is where I got my equitation training. Other than that, I’ve had my mom as my trainer. So I had to adjust to other coaches. I am obviously not as comfortable with them as I am with my mom. When I feel something is not perfect, I can stop and pick my mom’s brain on how to make it better. With the coaches, I have to figure out how to make it perfect on my own. I guess that is because that is how it will be at the World Cup Competition.

I am extremely comfortable on a new horse. I am confident (maybe a little cocky) that I can jump on anything and ride it well. It’s hard to show the coaches this since I don’t know them well. I guess this is something that was awkward for me and maybe a little internally frustrating. I don’t know how to tell two strangers to put me on anything and I promise you can count on me.

Practice also encouraged team bonding. Although the competition is individual, we all feed off of each other’s energy and need to build trust. They want us to encourage each other and give each other feedback on the horse we are riding because your teammate might end up competing on that horse. So if I tell someone a horse I practiced on likes steady hands versus busy hands then they will trust that information to help them succeed.

We definitely bonded! We would stay up together in someone’s hotel room talking and playing games. We played the game What Do You Meme, which was a fun way to learn everyone’s personalities. We have a group Snap Chat going and we all communicate every day with one another.

All of my teammates are younger than me. I am 6 years older than the next oldest; 9 years older than the average. Although I joke about being the grandmother of the team, I don’t feel an age difference when it comes to the competition and horses. I only feel the difference when we are all hanging out at the hotel and they start talking about school or boyfriends. Then I feel like an old married lady.

We also had play time. We played horse soccer. The objective of horse soccer is the same as regular soccer, get the ball in the goal and score the most points, except the ball we used was massive. We had to use the horse to kick the ball (we basically used their bodies to move the ball around the arena) and score goals. This was probably the most fun horse game I have ever played!

Reagan, center, displays her competitive drive while playing horse soccer.