well, what was the biggest thing we learned today?
asked the sullen 10 yr old boy, in front of his dad. after pa and i had had a one on one chat, and sonny had made his desperate trip to the outhouse.
"that we don't get mad at our horses." he sulkingly replied, practically kicking the dirt under the pony he was sponging off.
i'd hoped i wasn't in trouble with MY teacher, for taking the aforesaid couple through (albeit away from the barn) the (creepy ohmigod have you seen evil dead or not) forest, and then back home along the edge of the big hay field, while she (the teacher herself) waited behind on the tractor (on the pony that ha SPOOKED and run back to the barn only the week before)
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the kid in the lesson after that, got to canter for HER time, because Wisco was being a push button pony for the transition 3x
3 football fields per day.
she also handed me a card saying, here. my mom told me to make you a card.
out. i said. i moved here for a job that blew up, and so now i'm moving to where i can find a HORSE job. if SHE'd quit hogging them i said.
i also showed her the resume i am going to drop off to Reg Butler on my way to pick HER up at school on Monday, so she can do me a favour.
she needs to dump her possbily so called beau on monday, in my opinion.
but i told her my opinion is also from the person who was so terrified to "JUMP on a rockstar, on a holiday," that i ran him off the property. "thankfully though," i told her , after i showed his hillside buddy the comic of my error, (i secretly hope) he wrote the getting it on this christmas song i love so much...
i know that the hole in the ozone layer is so BIG that the human race is going to die off in less than 200 years and that 5 billion people could really be "let go" from the planet and we'd actually be better off (optimistic moral = fret less about west nile, our lacking government health care benefits, george bush and the other awful truth).
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"if you need me to call anybody and put in a good word with ANYbody, you let me know."
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I like the image of wisk's spook guilty face as the boy is flying, 100% air borne, through the air, at the exact second his usually so silent dad is encouraging “hang on son!”
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2006-06-24
2006-06-19
More Old Friends
You remember Carmie? Jill said to her breakfast companion, another woman's husband.
They'd been discussing events, as his wife currently rides and 2/3 daughters have also been afflicted with the sport. sharing a table at the nearby diner, he'd mentioned the pleasures of having own's own trailer, because otherwise you trailer with other competitors and like double the hours of your already plenty grueling day. as in, they compete prior to the crack of dawn and your start time is just before supper, that kind of thing.
She told of the opposite honour of getting to take my coach's then new big palimino clydesdale cross off the property early in his career. at this place in puslinch where we'd travelled for the competition, there was a chicken coop at the end of the dressage ring. the flapping and squawking was freaking him out in the trailer area and the warm up area, which was not really close enough to school the chickens, despite the challenges i am describing and he was big and green and hard to keep in the ring in the first place, so i guess, really, it wasn't much of a shock that the first time we tried to pass the dang chickens in our test he spooked a step right out of the ring and i was eliminated for the whole day!
"That carmen" she concluded, shaking her head, getting us kicked out in less than 30 seconds... and my companion surprised me by knowing of whom i spoke! agreeing "that carmie"...
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"So you remember spidey?"
"THAT horse? of course i do, for crying out loud i remember rocky 2, the handful of a stallion that bred with her as well. he was a pain. what an appoloosa!"
The offspring in the stadium, preferred to be forward moving and jump with a little pace, which had his rather short legs booting around before us but he was very honest, and clever. with his aforesaid feet, and the rest of his body as well as his mind. but rider come on, leg on last three strides.
What Jill don't get is why EVERYone doesn't just see why that corner makes it all possible and do it that way i said to the youngest daughter, as one competitor (finally) did so.
She grinned in her way, smug but sweet teenage all knower, "because they CAN't RIDE kim."
Earlier my teacher has said to me, as her oldest daughter rode by, doing the perfect corner, "when i tell my students to go DEEP here, that's what i mean." the teenager had suggested, "mom, if you got four minutes, i go in NEXT." and proceeded to do a good job of it.
between 4 and 5 i said "that was well ridden" and, mother and father got chatting about tick tack's nack for quitting and ditching a kid, to teach a good lesson that would prove useful for years and years... and, they missed a jump or two, looking at each other instead of in the ring.
when the rider came out the folks thought she had gone off course but i said "no, i think she's okay" and then asked HER if congratulations for clean round were in order, WHICH INDEED they were.
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"if you put up/can ride Colin, then you can ride your own Inky."
"that's the problem with a really talented horse. the last pain in the neck horse like that i rode wasn't very body aware though or adjustable and so couldn't really get up to that much. BESIDES TAKING OFF, which he did plenty off. and he was fast and big. who wants to go flying off THAT. inky's small."
"he didn't really rear up very much and she was holding him back too much while he was fresh, and then she feel off too easily"
"i have a feeling he's an old horse who's gone sour. dirty."
"that horse will jump anything. just point him at it. point him at this truck and he'll do it. but YOU better be up for it."
They'd been discussing events, as his wife currently rides and 2/3 daughters have also been afflicted with the sport. sharing a table at the nearby diner, he'd mentioned the pleasures of having own's own trailer, because otherwise you trailer with other competitors and like double the hours of your already plenty grueling day. as in, they compete prior to the crack of dawn and your start time is just before supper, that kind of thing.
She told of the opposite honour of getting to take my coach's then new big palimino clydesdale cross off the property early in his career. at this place in puslinch where we'd travelled for the competition, there was a chicken coop at the end of the dressage ring. the flapping and squawking was freaking him out in the trailer area and the warm up area, which was not really close enough to school the chickens, despite the challenges i am describing and he was big and green and hard to keep in the ring in the first place, so i guess, really, it wasn't much of a shock that the first time we tried to pass the dang chickens in our test he spooked a step right out of the ring and i was eliminated for the whole day!
"That carmen" she concluded, shaking her head, getting us kicked out in less than 30 seconds... and my companion surprised me by knowing of whom i spoke! agreeing "that carmie"...
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"So you remember spidey?"
"THAT horse? of course i do, for crying out loud i remember rocky 2, the handful of a stallion that bred with her as well. he was a pain. what an appoloosa!"
The offspring in the stadium, preferred to be forward moving and jump with a little pace, which had his rather short legs booting around before us but he was very honest, and clever. with his aforesaid feet, and the rest of his body as well as his mind. but rider come on, leg on last three strides.
What Jill don't get is why EVERYone doesn't just see why that corner makes it all possible and do it that way i said to the youngest daughter, as one competitor (finally) did so.
She grinned in her way, smug but sweet teenage all knower, "because they CAN't RIDE kim."
Earlier my teacher has said to me, as her oldest daughter rode by, doing the perfect corner, "when i tell my students to go DEEP here, that's what i mean." the teenager had suggested, "mom, if you got four minutes, i go in NEXT." and proceeded to do a good job of it.
between 4 and 5 i said "that was well ridden" and, mother and father got chatting about tick tack's nack for quitting and ditching a kid, to teach a good lesson that would prove useful for years and years... and, they missed a jump or two, looking at each other instead of in the ring.
when the rider came out the folks thought she had gone off course but i said "no, i think she's okay" and then asked HER if congratulations for clean round were in order, WHICH INDEED they were.
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"if you put up/can ride Colin, then you can ride your own Inky."
"that's the problem with a really talented horse. the last pain in the neck horse like that i rode wasn't very body aware though or adjustable and so couldn't really get up to that much. BESIDES TAKING OFF, which he did plenty off. and he was fast and big. who wants to go flying off THAT. inky's small."
"he didn't really rear up very much and she was holding him back too much while he was fresh, and then she feel off too easily"
"i have a feeling he's an old horse who's gone sour. dirty."
"that horse will jump anything. just point him at it. point him at this truck and he'll do it. but YOU better be up for it."
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