Milton
Little to no attempt at progress during the week. Delays on weekend travel. Gloom.
Rodney
Warmer weather, consistent work, new stretching regimen -> walking like a champ. Cautious optimism.
Horses & Other Interests
Practice two-point! Ride without stirrups! Sit the trot! Build balance and leg strength! Awesome exercises!
Maybe not.
Last week, I joined the group lesson for suit-level equitation riders. All the fancy riders were mounted on amenable lessons horses such as Freckles, Bingo, & Fido instead of their own enthusiastic equines. I rode Natalie. She enjoyed the lesson immensely. Since I was all wrapped up in my leg and seat, she had her head to do whatever. At first this meant jogging around slowly like a Western pony. Then during the pattern, she decided that galloping down the longside back to her friends was more fun than a horse should be allowed to have. Most of the horses behaved similarly, hence the use of schoolies rather than performance horses.
I reverted.
Ask me to two-point. I slide into hunt seat. Ask me to two-point at a canter. I start hallucinating jumps. Ask me to do a sitting trot. I slide into a dressage seat. I could do that all day long, particularly on a smooth-moving American Saddlebred.
At my next solo lesson, Coach had to remind me to sit to the back of the saddle and to get my hands out of my lap. It’s been a while since I was that blatantly non-saddle seat. These leg lessons are meritorious. I do not deny. However, my legs are not my weakest link. Exuding the air of an elegant saddle seat rider is. I’m not convinced that the benefit to the former is worth the damage to the latter.
Trying again today. We shall see.
BTW, what happens if I am riding hunt seat &/or dressage on a regular basis and having saddle seat lessons once a week? I should have such problems.

Any house that has fuzzy creatures needs to have fur trappers on every drain: kitchen sink, bathroom sink, and shower. I am amazed how often I wash an object that has neither horse nor pet contact, only to end up with a stopper full of gunk.
Many years ago, I stayed at a beachhouse that suffered from clogged pipes. I was shown the offending mass of sink, shower, and toilet elements curled in the bottom of a trash can. The clog was the size and shape of a full-grown boa constrictor. Clearly, the sight scarred me for life.
Happy busy. Rah!
Perhaps with more life, less blog?
Not ghastly. Onwards!
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Gratuitous Duck

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Brain promptings courtesy of Thesaurus.com & How Many Syl-la-bles
“Behind The Scenes: Jenny Johnson, Executive Director, TDF
USDF Connection
March 2015
United States Dressage Federation
A short interview with a dressage grant administrator.
© 2015 United States Dressage Federation. Used by permission. Reproduction prohibited without prior written permission of the publisher.
Previous Behind The Scenes
Last time [Threshold Cat] was black and white. Today, the other end of the GIMP spectrum.
(Because I’m going to wonder how I did this.)
Color > Color Balance, maximum color levels
Color > Hue-Saturation > maximum Saturation
Color > Hue-Saturation > maximum Hue, Lightness & Saturation
Strangely, the photo of Fire does not look wildly different after the Arthur treatment.