A cheap shot but I failed to get this post done ahead of time. I is beat. As I write this, it is Saturday night post-horse show. There is a shower & dinner calling my name. Bye.
Home Show 2014
Today is the annual local show at our barn.
Photo by Barry Alvis.
Let’s hope I cover myself with more glory than last year, “It’s a bad sign when the judge comes over to tell you the rules …” [Ringmanship]
2013 Show Report
2012 Showing in The Sun
Also, clinic this weekend. My first since … memory fails.
Foto Friday: Equipment
Remember the unsuitable camera that threw me into such a tailspin last August [I’m Baack: Precipitating Cause, saving throw]? Well it’s back.
I had asked my shipping department to perform pack and return services. He decided to keep the camera for himself. The suitably-sized one that I bought instead
does not have the different shooting modes [Towel]. The nasty, big one does.
I still find it oversized and overweight for a pocket camera. However, I can play with the buttons until I decide whether or not I wish to spring for a “real” camera.
Next Friday – pictures, finally, I hope.
New Equipment: Weights
1lb weights to build up my fingers and wrists, per new riding paradigm [MSSP]. Riding does not require brute strength. I don’t wish to yank on the horse’s mouth with Hulk-like fists of doom. Riding requires endurance. The longer I can survive making subtle adjustments, the less likely I will be to start waving my flippers about.
No, I did not need to buy something to achieve this. A soup can would have done just fine. However, they are cute, colorful, and confer a sense of progress.
Mid-Week Rodney Report: Shoes
Rodney: New shoes! Feet feel much better! Yippeeee!
Rodney is more inclined to gallop over for meals.
Rodney: New shoes! My feet are weird! What?
Rodney takes about a week to adjust to different. Sigh. He is willing, curious, and energetic. Quick? Not so much.
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Gratuitous Stepping Stone Farm Dog
Pony Club Sins
Are you guilty?
I was in a rush to get Rodney’s heat therapy started …
… and forgot to change out of my street footwear. Somewhere, erstwhile USPC DCs, inspectors, & examiners are shuddering.
The Hunt Is On. Again.
Karmic balance at our house seems to be six cats, two dogs, two horses. If we have less, a candidate shows up. If we have more/try for more, something happens/we are unsuccessful. Now that June has arrived, let the horse shopping begin.
In May, Chief Minion was kind enough to suggest that we start looking right away. I wanted to wait a month to allow everyone to adjust to the new normal.
How we doing? None of us miss the work. Stalls: cleaning of, shuttling horses into and out of, buying shavings for. Booties on. Booties off. Extra meals. And on. And on. [Mathilda’s Schedule: Ladies Who Lunch]
Rodney was confused for the first week. He doesn’t come alongside a new idea terribly quickly. Grass 24/7 has eased his transition. As a herd animal, he will eventually need a companion. For now, he is enjoying being a bachelor without the burden of being a boy toy.
Chief Minion is doing better than I had feared. Given his medical training, he may have been more clear-eyed about what was coming than I was.
How am I doing? Fine. Never liked the mare. She never liked me. What’s to miss? Crying jags while reading unrelated Facebook posts are a complete coincidence.
Onwards!
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Gratuitous Woodsy Spring
Virtual Brush Box 