As we age we feel that we lose many things, such as our once firm bodies, our ability to run with wild abandon, to feel completely free from responsibility, just to name a few.
This is very true for the most part and varies from person to person, however we gain many, many, things in place of the ones we no longer have.
When I came back to horses there was one thing I realized I gained of which I consider the most wonderful GIFT.
One of the driving forces behind me blogging about the GIFT tonight is a very dear friend who I spoke with briefly through e-mail today........this friend is one that has the GIFT, I don't believe we all receive it, we must first be open to it, but my friend Tina has the GIFT.
Our GIFT is simple yet so wonderful that it is by far the one thing I cherish above all else when it comes to interacting with my horses...........it is the GIFT of patience, I don't mean just patience, I mean PATIENCE.
I had the opportunity over the weekend to really use my GIFT. I was helping to watch over some horses for a friend, during this time a young one suffered from a terrible colic, this young one had come from a bad place at one point in time so he was not in any way going to just let me help him, no he was frightened and determined, not to mention a rather skittish fellow.
It is at a time like this that the GIFT really comes to me and makes me so thankful for it.......when you have the ability to just stand for hours and stroke the scared little soul and let him know that you have as long as it takes to help him get through this painful time.....the episode took the day and in to the evening....the vet had to come finally but not before I had to run to several places to pick up items to help the young one, all of which I was happy to do.
Then there is the very long time it took trying to administer aid, all of which was rejected big time.......this was when I would groom or just stroke gently until the young one would give that little look of trust, just enough to let me help a tiny bit .......there was a day I would have gotten frustrated and got it done with out the patience and care I was able to extend to the young one.
Now, I don't know for sure but I am all most positive there was the look of thanks in that young geldings eye while I was tending to him ever so gently and with all the patience in the world.....what I do know is my heart and mind were at peace, as worried as I was for the young one the calm was overwhelming, it came from patience.
This same patience is what created a bond so strong between my young mare and myself......I sat for hours when she arrived un-handled, terrified to be touched, my GIFT allowed me to make a connection with my mare that will last a life time, it is the most precious GIFT!
I need to end by saying that yes the young gelding pulled through a life threatening impaction that caused the colic, I felt blessed that my GIFT allowed me to take the day and evening to comfort him. I also was blessed to have my young mare across the isle way in a stall nickering to me and reminding me that maybe I have lost a few things but I have gained so much more with age......I certainly gained the GIFT of PATIENCE!
I thank my friend Tina for reminding me of one of the most special GIFTS our years have been kind enough to bestow on us......she never even said a word about it, she just has it, she has helped many a horse with her GIFT ones that may never have experienced this prior in their life time.......thanks Tina for all you do!
Until next time happy trails!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
The mount.........
Well this is not my favorite subject, but what the heck it's got to be discussed sooner or later right.
Going back in time many many years ago this was actually a fun thing.......I remember doing the old stand facing the back end of your horse then catapult your toned young body right up on the big ol boy.......yup that was one way, then there was running up behind and leaping on to his back via the rump........and those were just two cute little examples of what we could do just for fun.
Now, that didn't include proper mounting for the show ring or during a lesson.....those were also done with ease that I now look back on with gut wrenching envy!
OK so that brings me to today.........mounting my horse sounds simple, in my head it is simple........yet when I try to throw my still long but strangely not quite the same looking leg up on my horse, if I'm lucky I would hit him about mid section and have him bolt sideways and look at me with the "why did you kick me for no reason" look....other wise I may hit under the belly which would generally knock me on my ass as the horse bolts forward and I have no doubt wondering "what the HELL did I do".
So to keep from injuring myself and having my horse look for an opening to escape prior to the mount, I got smart I started using, YOU guessed it, the mounting block!
Now, we all say the same thing when we crawl our ever growing behinds up on one and try to align Trigger up next to it, and I quote "it's so much better for his withers I would never just mount from the ground" yep that's what we say.
We are right when we say this because if we were to get lucky enough to get our foot at the end of our not so toned leg in to the stirrup we would hang on poor old Triggers withers WAY to long, yes those withers may start to lean if we were to attempt this often.....so it is the truth yet a sad truth because if our youth had not escaped us we could still throw that leg right up on the horse with out ever giving his withers the slightest pull.
But that's OK it's our story and we are all sticking to it, at least I am!
One word of advise from one who knows... due to "not wanting to pull on our faithful mounts withers".....scan your area and the trails you ride for those mounting blocks on the go... such as good sized rocks, logs etc... it makes it so much easier to know where they are and plan your dismount if you need one, accordingly.....as walking three miles looking for a "mounting block" can be really tiring not to mention you can only say "I don't want to injure his withers" so many times with out feeling like your horse may be chuckling along with the others in your riding party......especially if some are still at that throw the leg over from a stand still age.
Another word of advise......yes this mounting incident was an actual event......when attempting to mount from a mounting block if you are mounting a bareback horse, such as my nicely rounded young QH...., NEVER and I mean NEVER.... grab the rail on the other side of the horse as it may make a strange squeaky noise which will cause your nicely rounded young mare to bolt back away from the noise, then do a roll back mid air and head off across the arena hell bound for escape.....as you are suspended from her side hanging on to the mane yelling whoa.... and when she does whoa... then out of complete fear of you hanging from her side bolts the other way and you fall on your back in the dirt, you will realize this was a mistake......then when your sweet young mare comes walking over wondering why you are lying on your back in the arena dirt you wont feel like shooting her because she should have known MOUNTING is NOT easy for you and you needed the hoist from the freaking squeaky rails to get on her back!!!!
So remember that.... yes... this was an actual event that only myself and my sweet young mare attended.......it was a learning event.
Another NO NO is mounting your horse in front of a non rider who you are on a date with......yes again this was an actual event............as the non rider may say something like "WOW that was a struggle I thought you would just jump right on"........at which point you are 100% sure you know what you are NOT going to jump right on to... EVER.......in fact this may be your last date with said non rider!
Well this about wraps up mounting, at least I touched on a tiny bit of the struggles I have encountered as a re-rider......it is my hope this may make someones life a little easier, that was my goal, that and making sure "I don't hurt his withers"
Until next time, happy trails!
Going back in time many many years ago this was actually a fun thing.......I remember doing the old stand facing the back end of your horse then catapult your toned young body right up on the big ol boy.......yup that was one way, then there was running up behind and leaping on to his back via the rump........and those were just two cute little examples of what we could do just for fun.
Now, that didn't include proper mounting for the show ring or during a lesson.....those were also done with ease that I now look back on with gut wrenching envy!
OK so that brings me to today.........mounting my horse sounds simple, in my head it is simple........yet when I try to throw my still long but strangely not quite the same looking leg up on my horse, if I'm lucky I would hit him about mid section and have him bolt sideways and look at me with the "why did you kick me for no reason" look....other wise I may hit under the belly which would generally knock me on my ass as the horse bolts forward and I have no doubt wondering "what the HELL did I do".
So to keep from injuring myself and having my horse look for an opening to escape prior to the mount, I got smart I started using, YOU guessed it, the mounting block!
Now, we all say the same thing when we crawl our ever growing behinds up on one and try to align Trigger up next to it, and I quote "it's so much better for his withers I would never just mount from the ground" yep that's what we say.
We are right when we say this because if we were to get lucky enough to get our foot at the end of our not so toned leg in to the stirrup we would hang on poor old Triggers withers WAY to long, yes those withers may start to lean if we were to attempt this often.....so it is the truth yet a sad truth because if our youth had not escaped us we could still throw that leg right up on the horse with out ever giving his withers the slightest pull.
But that's OK it's our story and we are all sticking to it, at least I am!
One word of advise from one who knows... due to "not wanting to pull on our faithful mounts withers".....scan your area and the trails you ride for those mounting blocks on the go... such as good sized rocks, logs etc... it makes it so much easier to know where they are and plan your dismount if you need one, accordingly.....as walking three miles looking for a "mounting block" can be really tiring not to mention you can only say "I don't want to injure his withers" so many times with out feeling like your horse may be chuckling along with the others in your riding party......especially if some are still at that throw the leg over from a stand still age.
Another word of advise......yes this mounting incident was an actual event......when attempting to mount from a mounting block if you are mounting a bareback horse, such as my nicely rounded young QH...., NEVER and I mean NEVER.... grab the rail on the other side of the horse as it may make a strange squeaky noise which will cause your nicely rounded young mare to bolt back away from the noise, then do a roll back mid air and head off across the arena hell bound for escape.....as you are suspended from her side hanging on to the mane yelling whoa.... and when she does whoa... then out of complete fear of you hanging from her side bolts the other way and you fall on your back in the dirt, you will realize this was a mistake......then when your sweet young mare comes walking over wondering why you are lying on your back in the arena dirt you wont feel like shooting her because she should have known MOUNTING is NOT easy for you and you needed the hoist from the freaking squeaky rails to get on her back!!!!
So remember that.... yes... this was an actual event that only myself and my sweet young mare attended.......it was a learning event.
Another NO NO is mounting your horse in front of a non rider who you are on a date with......yes again this was an actual event............as the non rider may say something like "WOW that was a struggle I thought you would just jump right on"........at which point you are 100% sure you know what you are NOT going to jump right on to... EVER.......in fact this may be your last date with said non rider!
Well this about wraps up mounting, at least I touched on a tiny bit of the struggles I have encountered as a re-rider......it is my hope this may make someones life a little easier, that was my goal, that and making sure "I don't hurt his withers"
Until next time, happy trails!
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
White ears.....
White ears, now keep in mind when I say or type "White ears" I literally shake in fear so this may be very hard to get through........although it also may be a healing moment for an old horse woman.
Lets start out by stating a known fact, at least known by all who know me........I love Red horses......any shade of Red, light, dark, even a beautiful blood bay:) (which isn't really considered Red, but it is to me)......this is a fact and now I know why!
So I take you back to a moment in time a few years ago when I was taking dressage lessons, during those lessons I would generally ride a black horse, some times a Red horse, but never the less they were all good rides owned by un-named trainer, I was enjoying the lessons......then one day the horse I would generally ride came up lame.........enter..... "White ears".
I'm leaning against the hood of my car outside talking to my sister....yes we were taking lessons together because that is what old horse women do to feel young again......and to regain their once very well positioned hands and seat.......anyway here comes un-named trainer with a White horse, we will call that white horse Mr. White ears for the sake of anonymity.
So, un-named trainer says "how about riding Mr. white ears, you may do very well on him you're a quiet rider" I, being in the dark about Mr. white ears past pipes up with "sure he looks fine" un-named trainer states "he's a little forward but you will probably like that", OK it's a done deal.
I don't remember now if my sister said something or if it was the look of horror on her face....but I decided to put on my brand new never used in the trunk in case of the look of horror on my sisters face ...... helmet, yes today I will try out the never used helmet.......oh good move on my part.........the horse Gods actually must have entered in at this point.....on the helmet went and we were off to our lesson.
Yes it was a lesson, a lesson I will never forget, because by the grace of the horse Gods I was spared complete and permanent brain damage at least I think I was.
Said lesson started as normal, myself my sister and another gal all heading in the same direction around the arena....un-named trainer standing by the door (probably getting ready to run out from what she knew was about to happen).
Mr. white ears started to crow hop, now as all of us horse folk know if you just circle quietly and move forward the crow hop will eventually quiet down......needless to say it didn't!
Why in the ever loving world of sports I didn't take this as a clue to get off of Mr. white ears and lunge him I will never know.....oh I should interject this was my first ride after major surgery to boot.
Anyway as you may have guessed the crow hopping escalated.... to rearing, bucking and I'm not quite sure what other form of athletic maneuvers Mr. white ears was using to off load me......but I hung in there like a friggin rag doll on the ride of her life, until that dreaded but welcomed all the same realization of being off balance to the point of no return have to do something to save your own ass from certain death moment.....yes it was time!
Now at this point I was praying, YES praying for a clean throw.....because all I could see was WHITE EARS and HOOVES.....not a pretty sight in the least!
Finally, I was going to hit the arena ground with all the grace of an elephant going down for a roll in the dirt...well maybe not even that graceful...yes it was time, so I pushed off of the side of Mr. white ears with my foot in hopes of hurdling myself as far away from the horse with the white ears and hooves as possible.
It was like a scene from the Matrix, slow motion with fear running through my old bod like water through a hose........then the blow as I hit ground....I know it was logged as a small earthquake at the university, but didn't have it in me to let them know it was just ME.
Well that was it, yes I had fallen so hard I broke my brand new in the trunk of the car you know the rest helmet, OH YES it broke in several places!
What did I do then...... I got back on the crazy animal and walked around on a lunge line like a perfect example of the word idiot....then I PAID for my fall yes I paid money.....I know you're either laughing because you know I lived, or you are going out to buy the brand new helmet to put in the trunk of your car.........in case your sister ever has that look on her face!
One more GREAT moment from that day was sitting in McDonald's with my sister, because I was so shaken I couldn't drive all the way home. My sister exclaimed in all honesty as I told her I didn't feel well.........."you think you feel bad you should be ME, my muscles are killing me from the horror of watching YOU almost die"........I'm sorry sis LOL!
A concussion, a broken finger and two broken ribs later I grew a giant sized fear of saddling-up-again..........not to mention White ears.
I will end this very long blog here, but it's not done....NO not done by any means.....look forward to White ears part two, YES that's what I said...... White ears part two.
Until next time.....happy trails and pay attention to your sisters face!
By the way I am held harmless from any grammar or spelling errors as I can't proof read this.....not yet anyway!
Lets start out by stating a known fact, at least known by all who know me........I love Red horses......any shade of Red, light, dark, even a beautiful blood bay:) (which isn't really considered Red, but it is to me)......this is a fact and now I know why!
So I take you back to a moment in time a few years ago when I was taking dressage lessons, during those lessons I would generally ride a black horse, some times a Red horse, but never the less they were all good rides owned by un-named trainer, I was enjoying the lessons......then one day the horse I would generally ride came up lame.........enter..... "White ears".
I'm leaning against the hood of my car outside talking to my sister....yes we were taking lessons together because that is what old horse women do to feel young again......and to regain their once very well positioned hands and seat.......anyway here comes un-named trainer with a White horse, we will call that white horse Mr. White ears for the sake of anonymity.
So, un-named trainer says "how about riding Mr. white ears, you may do very well on him you're a quiet rider" I, being in the dark about Mr. white ears past pipes up with "sure he looks fine" un-named trainer states "he's a little forward but you will probably like that", OK it's a done deal.
I don't remember now if my sister said something or if it was the look of horror on her face....but I decided to put on my brand new never used in the trunk in case of the look of horror on my sisters face ...... helmet, yes today I will try out the never used helmet.......oh good move on my part.........the horse Gods actually must have entered in at this point.....on the helmet went and we were off to our lesson.
Yes it was a lesson, a lesson I will never forget, because by the grace of the horse Gods I was spared complete and permanent brain damage at least I think I was.
Said lesson started as normal, myself my sister and another gal all heading in the same direction around the arena....un-named trainer standing by the door (probably getting ready to run out from what she knew was about to happen).
Mr. white ears started to crow hop, now as all of us horse folk know if you just circle quietly and move forward the crow hop will eventually quiet down......needless to say it didn't!
Why in the ever loving world of sports I didn't take this as a clue to get off of Mr. white ears and lunge him I will never know.....oh I should interject this was my first ride after major surgery to boot.
Anyway as you may have guessed the crow hopping escalated.... to rearing, bucking and I'm not quite sure what other form of athletic maneuvers Mr. white ears was using to off load me......but I hung in there like a friggin rag doll on the ride of her life, until that dreaded but welcomed all the same realization of being off balance to the point of no return have to do something to save your own ass from certain death moment.....yes it was time!
Now at this point I was praying, YES praying for a clean throw.....because all I could see was WHITE EARS and HOOVES.....not a pretty sight in the least!
Finally, I was going to hit the arena ground with all the grace of an elephant going down for a roll in the dirt...well maybe not even that graceful...yes it was time, so I pushed off of the side of Mr. white ears with my foot in hopes of hurdling myself as far away from the horse with the white ears and hooves as possible.
It was like a scene from the Matrix, slow motion with fear running through my old bod like water through a hose........then the blow as I hit ground....I know it was logged as a small earthquake at the university, but didn't have it in me to let them know it was just ME.
Well that was it, yes I had fallen so hard I broke my brand new in the trunk of the car you know the rest helmet, OH YES it broke in several places!
What did I do then...... I got back on the crazy animal and walked around on a lunge line like a perfect example of the word idiot....then I PAID for my fall yes I paid money.....I know you're either laughing because you know I lived, or you are going out to buy the brand new helmet to put in the trunk of your car.........in case your sister ever has that look on her face!
One more GREAT moment from that day was sitting in McDonald's with my sister, because I was so shaken I couldn't drive all the way home. My sister exclaimed in all honesty as I told her I didn't feel well.........."you think you feel bad you should be ME, my muscles are killing me from the horror of watching YOU almost die"........I'm sorry sis LOL!
A concussion, a broken finger and two broken ribs later I grew a giant sized fear of saddling-up-again..........not to mention White ears.
I will end this very long blog here, but it's not done....NO not done by any means.....look forward to White ears part two, YES that's what I said...... White ears part two.
Until next time.....happy trails and pay attention to your sisters face!
By the way I am held harmless from any grammar or spelling errors as I can't proof read this.....not yet anyway!
A Standardbred in common.........
I was going to blog about the "white ears" but I will put that off for a day or two due to the 2 followers I have here LOL......as we have a Standardbred in common.
When I came back to horses the one GOOD move I made was to let my daughter pick out a horse.
We saw an add posted in a tack store showing a Standardbred for sale he was a 4 year old gelding 16.2hh he was in the upper price range but worth taking a look at.
My sister and I went and took the first look.........I say this with all the love and respect in the world, but holy crap that horse had a BIG head:) I left thinking for sure my daughter would take one look and say no way. However my sister was sold on the big headed horse, she loved his kindness and quiet way.
So, as fate would have it my daughter also fell in LOVE with the big headed horse.....his name is "Red Star Tropic" AKA "Red" and yes he was the BEST move that was made in my return to horses!
I need to explain that Red had some challenges that come with every 4 year old horse, even a quiet one.......I got much of my help from one of my followers... Mellisa.
Mellisa runs an online group that helps folks who are taking a Standardbred and re-training for sports other than racing......Standardbreds-starting-a-new-career.....on Yahoo groups.....a really great group by the way!
With all this said I want Mellisa to know that Red horse is and will always be part of my family.With his rock solid mind and brave heart Red taught me to believe in my ability to ride again and ride well......Red helped me to find the courage to work with a young horse that had never been handled, she came from a feedlot and was headed for slaughter.
So as fate would have it again, at the point where I needed to focus on the young one and help her to be the best she can be, my horse trainer told me about a wonderful young couple looking for a BIG quiet good minded horse.
I knew having Red standing in the pasture feeling like the odd man out was completely un-fair, also as long as Red was in the pasture I would not ride another horse......he was my rock.....so with that in mind I decided to care lease Red to the nice couple, Piper and Derek, so he may have a great time out in the trails with them and their other horse Edgar.
This has been yet again a very GOOD decision, even though I miss Red terribly at times I've been a big girl about it, although I write this through teary eyes, but I trust I have made the best decision for all of us......I happily follow Reds adventures on Pipers blog and Mellisa please do the same, you will get a kick out of the Red horse saga as always.....he's such a character and a beauty.....yes when I look at Red now I see Beauty at it's finest, 17hh with his strong features and brave heart, Red is the best the horse world has to offer....he can do well in any discipline and is happy to try his best......but what the Red horse loves is the trails.
So Red has along with loving new care givers and riding partners, a nutty old horse lady ready to open her arms to Red horse whenever and for whatever reason he may return!
So far this has been a great thing for Red and all involved, I thank Piper for taking such great care to make sure Red has comfortable equipment on and that he is happy and healthy when he's out on a ride........ for all of us with the "Standardbred in common"......may this be a wonderful and safe riding season.........a big thank you to all, and of course......happy trails Red horse, happy trails to all!
When I came back to horses the one GOOD move I made was to let my daughter pick out a horse.
We saw an add posted in a tack store showing a Standardbred for sale he was a 4 year old gelding 16.2hh he was in the upper price range but worth taking a look at.
My sister and I went and took the first look.........I say this with all the love and respect in the world, but holy crap that horse had a BIG head:) I left thinking for sure my daughter would take one look and say no way. However my sister was sold on the big headed horse, she loved his kindness and quiet way.
So, as fate would have it my daughter also fell in LOVE with the big headed horse.....his name is "Red Star Tropic" AKA "Red" and yes he was the BEST move that was made in my return to horses!
I need to explain that Red had some challenges that come with every 4 year old horse, even a quiet one.......I got much of my help from one of my followers... Mellisa.
Mellisa runs an online group that helps folks who are taking a Standardbred and re-training for sports other than racing......Standardbreds-starting-a-new-career.....on Yahoo groups.....a really great group by the way!
With all this said I want Mellisa to know that Red horse is and will always be part of my family.With his rock solid mind and brave heart Red taught me to believe in my ability to ride again and ride well......Red helped me to find the courage to work with a young horse that had never been handled, she came from a feedlot and was headed for slaughter.
So as fate would have it again, at the point where I needed to focus on the young one and help her to be the best she can be, my horse trainer told me about a wonderful young couple looking for a BIG quiet good minded horse.
I knew having Red standing in the pasture feeling like the odd man out was completely un-fair, also as long as Red was in the pasture I would not ride another horse......he was my rock.....so with that in mind I decided to care lease Red to the nice couple, Piper and Derek, so he may have a great time out in the trails with them and their other horse Edgar.
This has been yet again a very GOOD decision, even though I miss Red terribly at times I've been a big girl about it, although I write this through teary eyes, but I trust I have made the best decision for all of us......I happily follow Reds adventures on Pipers blog and Mellisa please do the same, you will get a kick out of the Red horse saga as always.....he's such a character and a beauty.....yes when I look at Red now I see Beauty at it's finest, 17hh with his strong features and brave heart, Red is the best the horse world has to offer....he can do well in any discipline and is happy to try his best......but what the Red horse loves is the trails.
So Red has along with loving new care givers and riding partners, a nutty old horse lady ready to open her arms to Red horse whenever and for whatever reason he may return!
So far this has been a great thing for Red and all involved, I thank Piper for taking such great care to make sure Red has comfortable equipment on and that he is happy and healthy when he's out on a ride........ for all of us with the "Standardbred in common"......may this be a wonderful and safe riding season.........a big thank you to all, and of course......happy trails Red horse, happy trails to all!
Sunday, March 21, 2010
This weeks headlines, gall bladder removal.
So to most of you under 40's having your gall bladder removed would be an inconvenience, a pain, but not a big worry, things will be back to normal very shortly, a little rest and you're good to go.
OK, that is your reality, mine is a little different.....first thought is, holy crap how much worse shape can I get in, will I even be able to feed the horses never mind hoist my ever growing rear end on one anytime soon.
So what did I do, I decided to behave like a... well less than rational thinker.....I made the conscious decision to show no pain at all.....prey animals show NO PAIN!
My first move was to drive just 3 days after surgery to the court house in another city to fight a traffic ticket......wasn't in the mood to fight when I got there, took it like a woman and moved on to the second rather bad idea.........drive home to Sultan.....good thing I work half way so I stopped to say hi because that's what you do days after surgery right........NOT....at least not if you have half a brain.
So all this to say growing old truly does make you a dingbat.....yes I face the challenge of getting back on a horse in a few weeks and yes it will be just a little tougher than is was earlier this year.....but by golly I will do it, hell I plan to barrel race this year....now I have your attention.....more to come on that adventure.
Any how I will ride the white horse soon......it may not be pretty at first but he's a forgiving sort.
With all that said it brings me to tomorrows post ........White ears.....oh what a story!
Happy trails!
OK, that is your reality, mine is a little different.....first thought is, holy crap how much worse shape can I get in, will I even be able to feed the horses never mind hoist my ever growing rear end on one anytime soon.
So what did I do, I decided to behave like a... well less than rational thinker.....I made the conscious decision to show no pain at all.....prey animals show NO PAIN!
My first move was to drive just 3 days after surgery to the court house in another city to fight a traffic ticket......wasn't in the mood to fight when I got there, took it like a woman and moved on to the second rather bad idea.........drive home to Sultan.....good thing I work half way so I stopped to say hi because that's what you do days after surgery right........NOT....at least not if you have half a brain.
So all this to say growing old truly does make you a dingbat.....yes I face the challenge of getting back on a horse in a few weeks and yes it will be just a little tougher than is was earlier this year.....but by golly I will do it, hell I plan to barrel race this year....now I have your attention.....more to come on that adventure.
Any how I will ride the white horse soon......it may not be pretty at first but he's a forgiving sort.
With all that said it brings me to tomorrows post ........White ears.....oh what a story!
Happy trails!
I'll give this a try
Well I decided to take the plunge in to the world of blogging......we'll see where this goes.
As my blog name states, I will make an attempt to talk about the world of horses experienced for the second time through the eyes and mind of a 50+ sort of nutty horse woman.
I should start this out by saying coming back in to horses for the second time is far more challenging than it was the first time at age 9.
I guess the most obvious is the fact that it hurts like "hedoublehockeysticks" when that moment strikes when your precious old bod becomes one with the ground, and I mean any ground....it hurts, oh does it ever hurt.....more on this subject at a later date....it's a sore one with me.
Another challenge that is not as painful but a real eye opener, is that it becomes very apparent that it was much nicer when you had a loving father that paid the bill...all of it...yes those were the days....oh how I should have thanked my father way more often than I did!
Then there is the decisions and mass confusion......back in the day I just rode that's what I did and I did it well.........not today now there is thought so much thought that has to go in to every decision I make regarding my horses, I could do a novel on this one, it is a blessing for the horses and yes it may ward off dementia so this is not such a bad thing really.
Well those are just a drop in the bucket of the challenges I face being a re-rider, as some very kind folks call it.....there are many more and I hope to post often as to my daily or weekly episodes.
I do hope this to be entertaining yet blatantly truthful so I'll give blogging a try!
Until the next entry .... happy trails!
As my blog name states, I will make an attempt to talk about the world of horses experienced for the second time through the eyes and mind of a 50+ sort of nutty horse woman.
I should start this out by saying coming back in to horses for the second time is far more challenging than it was the first time at age 9.
I guess the most obvious is the fact that it hurts like "hedoublehockeysticks" when that moment strikes when your precious old bod becomes one with the ground, and I mean any ground....it hurts, oh does it ever hurt.....more on this subject at a later date....it's a sore one with me.
Another challenge that is not as painful but a real eye opener, is that it becomes very apparent that it was much nicer when you had a loving father that paid the bill...all of it...yes those were the days....oh how I should have thanked my father way more often than I did!
Then there is the decisions and mass confusion......back in the day I just rode that's what I did and I did it well.........not today now there is thought so much thought that has to go in to every decision I make regarding my horses, I could do a novel on this one, it is a blessing for the horses and yes it may ward off dementia so this is not such a bad thing really.
Well those are just a drop in the bucket of the challenges I face being a re-rider, as some very kind folks call it.....there are many more and I hope to post often as to my daily or weekly episodes.
I do hope this to be entertaining yet blatantly truthful so I'll give blogging a try!
Until the next entry .... happy trails!
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