
Will You Take #TheNakedChallenge? on Horse Collaborative
The Naked Challenge on Facebook
Update, The Rest of the Naked Posts
[Do I Dare?]
[My Thoughts On Posing Naked]
[Rodney’s Thoughts on My Posing Naked]
[7 Answers]
Horses & Other Interests

Will You Take #TheNakedChallenge? on Horse Collaborative
The Naked Challenge on Facebook
Update, The Rest of the Naked Posts
[Do I Dare?]
[My Thoughts On Posing Naked]
[Rodney’s Thoughts on My Posing Naked]
[7 Answers]
It’s been two months since I wrote about Rodney, Milton, and the happenings at home [Summer Suffering]. Within that time period, I have posted on four saddleseat shows, many lessons, and endless saddle seat theory.
What’s up with that?
IF we ignore the screamy voices in my head and IF we ignore that fact the American Eventing Championships will be happening without me again this year, all is well.
They are gorgeous horses. I never tire of watching them: eating, napping, or running around the field like idiots.
Work is moving forward. Slowly, but forward.
Rodney & I are going for walks when the ground crew is around. We have gone back to first principles. Greg leads. I sit aboard. Rodney sorts out how to deal with rider weight. We have done enough body work that he has to relearn to use his back. Sans saddle for now, as the right point of a saddle impacts directly on his injured area. [Daddy Dearest, Piling on the Therapy, The Latest Magic Goo] The rest of the week is easy groundwork exercises to give him successes.
I still want a cowboy to get on Milton first. That requires a truck to get him to Stepping Stone, in order to have an enclosed space, and a saddle to use once we get there. Have saddle [New Equipment]. Finally. As for truck, inertia seems to be winning that battle. Otherwise, lunging & long-lining. Seeing who he is & identifying the body kinks left over from the track. I don’t think the track is a happy place for horses, at least not for ones who don’t run fast.
Quiet progress is the order of the day. Dear Diary: Rode Rodney. Hysteria failed to occur. Dear Diary: Lunged Milton. Hysteria. Over quickly. Exciting if one is the owner of the horse. Not the stuff of gripping narrative if one is the reader of the blog.
On the other hand, saddle seat shows are discrete, self-contained events. They have a beginning, middle, and end. Cause and effect. More obvious results that are easier to write about. In my saddle seat lessons, I am walking & trotting & cantering. More activity gives me more theory to ponder. Overall, saddle seat is new. Retraining an OTTB is not. New is more interesting. This is why a croque-monsieur tastes better than a grilled ham & cheese sandwich. Unless one lives in France, then vice-versa.
Blog and reality. Parallel but not identical.
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Gratuitous Cat Pic, as promised [Why]


Paper courtesy of Printable Paper. To download, I was asked if I worked at or owned a small business.
Update: title modified. Apparently I did this last year with a typewriter font. [Old School]
Did you miss the Pan Am Games? Attend and want to remember? Now you can get the best bits in one handy format at Ten Things About the Toronto Pan Am Games on Writing From the Right Side of the Stall.
Blog author Karen Briggs is a brilliant writer & hysterically snarky, “How a stylized porcupine in a baseball cap came to be the mascot of the Toronto Pan Am Games is another one of those inexplicable Dafuq? decisions.”
She is not afraid to give the Canadian point of view, “The American brand of patriotism can be a little oppressive, to be sure, but you have to admire their enthusiasm.”
Unfortunately, blogging does not put feed in the buckets nor food on the table. She does not post as frequently as her fan club demands. Head over. Binge read her archives. Maybe we can convince her to amuse us more often.
Full disclosure: Karen is both a personal friend and a friend to the blog. We share the requisite stories about late-night escapades and the discretion not to tell them.
PanAm Games posts on WFtRSotS
Ten Things About the Toronto Pan Am Games
2015 Toronto Pan Am Games: Dressage
2015 Toronto Pan Am Games: Eventing
WFtRSotS on RS
Guest Post by Karen Briggs: The Oily Truth
Tiger Whistle
Mail-Order Horse
RS on WFtRSotS
No Witnesses
Foto Friday: A Short Tribute to Amy Tryon
Previous Referral Saturday
Adieu
If I have nothing to say [Hi There], why say anything? In a word, consistency.
Reader Point of View
The Internet collectively blathers on about best practices for blogging. You MUST collect email addresses. You MUST cross-pollinate. You MUST … meh. OTOH, one dictum I believe is to set a schedule and then to stick to it. Monthly, twice a week, whatever floats your boat. Promise, then deliver. A political blogger, TBogg, used to comment on news of the moment to a decent reception. However, woe betide him if he missed posting pictures of his dogs for Thursday Night Basset Blogging. For example, “I’m busy. Here’s your damn dogs.” TNBB Jan 12, 2012.
I have announced that I will post daily. I figure you will forgive the occasional misfire as I attempt to adhere to that.
My Point of View
I am good with deadlines. I am terrible without them. Daily works. If I broke that iron rule, I would quickly become swamped by utterly believable reasons to delay a post, leading to inconstant posting and constant guilt.
There are days when I am up past my bedtime watermarking photos. I grumble, but derive satisfaction from my eventual success in getting the post out. The only days I hate are the misfires. I always – always – have something to say. (Yes, I can hear the laughter from those of you who know me IRL.) Drawing a blank indicates a fundamental glitch in the operating system.
Move Toward Yes
So why blog at all? Last time I left [Hiatus], it took me three weeks to get bored. Now that I have two horses, it might take six weeks. But bored I would get, “When one has the soul of a Border Collie, inactivity is hell.” [Back].
Moving toward yes means that you don’t stop. You move toward something better, however you choose to define better. In this case, better might be a hectic, remunerative freelance schedule, or an intense training regimen as I get ready for my first Preliminary event. Until then, I shall trundle along.
(I have studiously avoided considering life crises that would leave me boulversé, with no time and no will to blog. Superstitious? Moi?)
Onward!
Enough navel gazing. Next week, return to ponies and pussycats. Promise.
Went for a lesson earlier this week. It was, in technical terms, hotter than three hells. I also had a mild headache, an intermittent stomachache, and an all-over malaise. The desire to give it all up for Tiddlywinks was strong.
Hmmm. Lessons have been going well. No big shows until the middle of next month. The world would not stop turning if I skipped today. Ahhh. I sat on a tack box with my eyes closed, basking in the thought of the AC at home. As I sat, unmoving in mind and body, I realized that, yes, I would like a lesson. I was here. The covered arena would provide shade. Might even be fun. Got on. Had a excellent lesson.
Why? Partly, the Aspirin and Pepto kicked in. Partly, in giving myself permission, I took the pressure off. What I really wanted to do was ride, thank you very much.
I need to do this with my own horses. I get into a state of mind wherein if I am not pushing myself to give 110%, seven days a week, I am a failure. Such a schedule is not good training, not healthy, and not possible. It is the quick route to crazytown, witness Tuesday’s post [Hi There]. I know this. Can I change this? Ha! I just yell louder at myself.
I would never treat another person the way I treat myself.