Bourbon, blues – bet you were thinking I was going to say something about New Orleans? Nah, I got the blues tonight and in what is, I am sure, a spiral deeper into such things, I have compounded the matter with a bit of bourbon. Well, okay, a bit is probably in most folks accounting of such things an understatement. So what does any of this have to do with horses? Well, that is what this entry is about and relates to so many things included medieval reenacting and jousting, clearly the horses, and coping with having MS in my life, so read onward… Continue reading “Bourbon, Blues, & Horses”
So I am mulling over this blog in my head for the last couple of days and I finally have decided to put proverbial pen to ink. I kept trying to think about just exactly how to start this blog and finally it dawned on me, as it is definitely hitting the way I am feeling right about now. “Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headed for the trains, feeling nearly faded as my jeans…“ – which we all recognize as the famous opening to Me and Bobby McGee, much more famous because of the version that Janis Joplin did, but in fact it was written by Kris Kristofferson. Oddly enough, while Kris himself did have some short-lived fame, his own musical career was probably eclipsed by his songs being performed by others. Continue reading “Busted Flat”
It occurs to me that today I am engaged in what is probably one of the most expensive hobbies a person can have. I realize this after fighting on the ground Saturday and thinking about how many cool bits or updates to armour I have that I would like to make part of one of my two kits (like the used Sallet Helm, a mere $300) but especially when I think of today and know that I have both the vet and the farrier coming out to deal with Angel and Jack this afternoon.It occurs to me that today I am engaged in what is probably one of the most expensive hobbies a person can have. I realize this after fighting on the ground Saturday and thinking about how many cool bits or updates to armour I have that I would like to make part of one of my two kits (like the used Sallet Helm, a mere $300) but especially when I think of today and know that I have both the vet and the farrier coming out to deal with Angel and Jack this afternoon.
I recently noticed over on a blog that I stumbled upon by accident a list of things that the blogger was thankful for during that day or week or some such. Long story and I am not absolutely sure how I stumbled on the blog, but I know her name is Lori-Lynn Hurley and I am pretty sure I found her on Facebook through people I may know. Anyway, she is a Transy alumni, has artistic tendencies, and is a very active blogger at The Dream Life. I decided that was a really good idea, especially when I recall that I have category called frustrations here on Mephistos, but nothing where I categorize that feel good things as a general rule (though I suppose the ones that are get stuck in the life category generally – but not all of life is a positive thing). Taking her thought process as the lead, I am going to create a thankful category to balance Continue reading “Thankful…”
So after figuring out the goofy computer/network issue this morning I got ready and went over to the farm where the horses are. Bitzer of course came along for those that may be wondering. I started with getting Angel out of the temporary pasture. She was not keen, as is her usual, about going over where the electric fence had just been. Aside from that, we were on our way to the area.
Angel got a good grooming, feet picked out, and a lot of time spent on getting the tangles out of mane and her tail. I was originally thinking that I would only get her out and groom her and not ride her. However, I had someone around that was wanting to get on her. As she had not been ridden since the fall, I didn’t think it would be prudent to just let an inexperienced rider get up. So, I saddled her up and took her for a short little jaunt. My feeling of need to get up was, as should be expected, completely unmerited with her. I quickly got off and the other person rode her around for a short while, Angel doing her excellent job of baby sitting. Oh, and as I know of a couple of you reading this will be interested, the girth had to be fastened one notch larger than usual for Angel.
After giving Angel scratches and some treats, I turned her back out. Then I proceeded to get Jack. Mad Jack more specifically. He likewise got a good grooming though maybe not to the same level as Angel, as I knew Jack would be, well, Mad Jack – and hence would get all sweaty from his extra exertions.
As anyone who has ever seen Jack when he is typically himself when he is mounted – he did not really disappoint today. As soon as I was on, without any leg anywhere he shot off like a bullet. And of course he immediately turned back toward the pasture where his buddies still were. And of course as soon as I turned him away he wanted to do his little rearing and such. After he settled just a bit we had a good 30-40 minute ride. He did of course want to keep his speed up the whole time. And when done, as predicted, he was a good deal wet. He got a good rinsing and walking out, before being returned to the field as well.
It was a good beautiful day and the riding was great and much helpful for my mental state. I should definitely get out to ride more often in the coming weeks.