The New Year and with it the typical planning for a fresher start, or at least the determination to stick with some plans made for the coming year is rapidly approaching. I have, realized over that it has been just over a month since my last post here, so I am first and foremost jumping back into my plan to post on a daily basis. I will say, that for once – aside from the week I took off from the blog after Thanksgiving, I really have been that busy with projects, both work related and personal, over the last thirty or so days. Enough of that though, time to get back to the task at hand, which listing out my ideals that I am determined about for the coming year. So, commence with your pork, corned beef, cabbage, and especially your black-eyed peas, pull up a chair… read my resolutions and comment back with your own.
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”
I realize it is a bit early to be started with resolutions, but I have one or two things that are really bugging me. I figure why put off until tomorrow that which can at least be started today. Largely, despite a couple of false starts, going back to even before I got married in the spring I have done nothing but be lazy and get fatter. I have had enough and I have got to do something about that before it gets out of hand.
I was tempted to call this posting centennial+1, but I am not sure if that would have been followed by everyone or not. A more obscure one still would be centennial++. How appropriate that the last post, about my being a slacker from generation-x, was indeed the 100th post to this blog. Granted, the original two or three post here were made when experimenting over on the WordPress hosted blog site and were later moved to this site. If my math is correct, the first post was made on November 17th, 2007, 285 days ago. So that puts the average at something around the a post once everything three days or so. Of course, it took almost two months between the first and second post and there have definitely been some times in there that the posting stream slowed to a trickle and nearly seemed dried up completely.
Obviously I am not living up to the idea of two to three post in a day. I do seem to get that fairly easily when I have the time to write here. I suppose I should say that when I make myself make the time to write here, I have the time to fairly easily post two or three posts daily. However, between working, trying to move some things, and dealing with horses, not to mentioned my own selfish desire to be a social person two or three times a week, I have not managed to make the time but about every other day. I think, without actually counting and doing the math, that the average number of posts in a given week or month is still close to seven or thirty, respectively.
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.