Bi polar mother nature and Murphy’s Law

I actually have a pile of school work to get started on (thank you common core), but with impending doom for Mac’s grapes, I am having a hard time convincing myself to get started. Horses have always been my favorite form of escapism, so reading and writing about them is a close second. 

Its been a high “Murphy’s Law ” factor over the last few days. Whitman is now sporting his first set of shoes. Actually, he is sporting three of his four shoes. The left front did not make it 24 hours before he sprung it and I had to pull it off of the rest of the way. Bill did a great job with six of the eight clenches – plenty of grunting and swearing involved.

Friday night, I had a great ride on Riesling. He really has a hard time sitting on his hind end and gets very worried about canter. Friday night’s ride left me feeling like we are going to be able to work through it. Riesling really frets about some of the work, but just has such a tremendous heart. Part of the reason that some of the work is tricky for him is that he doesn’t do things half way. He either lolly gags his way through, or does it with tremendous effort. 

On Saturday, I was really looking forward to working him again and building on the night before. I curried his incredibly furry body and was starting on his right front when I noticed dried blood on his knee. My eyes followed the blood trail up his leg to a nice brush burn and puncture high on his forearm under the long winter hair. Short of a signed confession, it was very clearly the toe of Whitman’s shiny new shoe (one of the three remaining) and the puncture was from the trailer on the outside hind heel. (*Head/wall, head/wall*). I have not let Ed put trailers on Ries’ hind shoes so that he does not hurt Whitman. Whitman normally chews on other horses’ butts until they are entirely fed up and let him have it. How Ries got kicked is beyond me. I blame myself and some weird karma curse that Ries and I have. Friday night I made the mistake of downloading a form for an eventing clinic in two months. Murphy evidently felt I was getting uppity. 

Other than needing some antibiotics, Riesling is fine and has not taken a lame step. However, if anyone sees me doing some bizarre dance around the barn and waving feathers like they are a magic wand, burning incense and chanting, I have not lost my mind, but am trying to banish karma demons. Maybe I will go to mass this next Sunday or something. (I am sorry father, for I have sinned. Its been my whole life since my last confession. In fact, I fully expect to be hit by lightening after trying to pull this off. However, if you could not hit the horse, that would be appreciated). 


TGIF – or thank goodness that I am as boring as paste

So here is a news flash – my day job is stressful. As Jeff Foxworthy says “Great! There is a support group for that. Its called “everybody” and they meet at the bar!” Fortunately for me, this week it met at the barn, and since I live here, driving is not a concern. Its not a bad Friday evening. I get to come home from work, spend a few hours with my kid, and then head to the barn to do a lesson. Webster and “B” are a really fun lesson. They have spent the last few years shaping their relationship to a point where they are both very happy. “B” is a pretty tactful rider and Webster, since he likes her, is dramatic but basically good. I spend a lot of the time trying to encourage her to be more firm with the pony and then cracking up when he has his version of a bolting, bucking fit while the rider giggles. Seriously – I get paid for this.

Then, not realizing that said border is in the barn, I am laughing with Helen about how I know when Anna and Eric arrive because my dogs have a hairy fit to go outside. Anna and Eric come armed with treats for both equine and canine varieties. As I am cheerfully announcing this to Helen, Anna calls out a “hello” from Rosie’s stall, knowing darn well that I had no idea she was there. Really?? This is the “snarky” statement that I get caught making. Our boarders are pretty low drama. Connie and Ellie arrive to ride as well. Being socially astute, I realize that this is a great opportunity to open a big bottle of cab-sav that I was given. The vino is poured into the good Styrofoam cups with our initials done in “Sharpie’ – Toby Keith you can kiss my #$% 🙂

I worked two horses tonight. The diva, I worked with Connie and “E” while they rode their horses. “E” demonstrated the reason that I am a total nag (no pun intended) on keeping your heels down. “Why are you riding your pony’s neck?” Anna joined us up in the arena with my traitorous dogs at her side. Then I worked Ries on my own and set aside even more of the day’s concerns. The evening wrapped up with some quiet time by myself while I cheerily scrubbed my tack and the tack room and danced badly to Pandora on my iphone. Since I was in such a good mood, I even fed my useless barn cats.