I don't want to be quiet!

kestrel! I blame today's blog, entirely on you:) All kestrel's fault if you don't like it. I found some more info on wry nose....Scroll baaaack.

My ex-sister-in-law sold me her leather couch and 2 lazy boy recliners, when they were renovating. I am wearing the "Lazy" mechanism out. I will pull my legs in, make the mechanism work as I then slowly straighten/extend my legs out. I keep my heels down, of course. I've been doing that for 42 years, the heels down part. I love my Lazy-Boy! My Ex-SIL, too. Lazy-Boys are great for napping when ya got a migraine. I know, I'm letting my English grammar sink into the abyss. I drawl when I'm nervous, and I'm in the hyper part of my cycle through time and space.

I'd be scared of going backward on a big old ball, I've tried one, briefly (little sis had one). I'm not as good "riding" them, I'm afraid. I get dizzy spells, sometimes. I have to trust what I'm play-riding:) The Old Green Leather Recliner, man, he's a goood boy. Ha, and the ball was my sister's!! The last time I'd let her ride, (years before) the horse (arab, what else) deposited her very neatly. I didn't trust that ball, it might have come from Arabia:)

I think, after riding is always the best time to pin-point what area needs the most work. Whatever is sorest, needs the most work:)LOL!
But there's NOTHING like the real thing, you lucky sheeple, you:) Och, at this barn I tried riding at, after about a 6 month? or more? break, I had a lesson on a high-headed, sparkly chestnut QH. He liked me. (I forget his name!) Afterward, every single particle/molecule/atom of my body hurt. It felt GREAT! I can't imagine how crippled up I'd be after a ride today. It's been too long. That's for sure! The school horse place is still there, right handy, but the "A" Show winner/Trainer guy smokes in the barn, oh that's another story. He buys horses from auction for his schoolies, the younger and wilder the better. I don't mind that, but for beginners?? Oh, yeah, so safe. (darn, still can't remember chestnut QH's name)

This is the place where I also rode a gorgeous buckskin gelding, I remember HIS name "Raven". This horse was the walking, breathing, living definition of safer than a house. Getting him to move was a truly epic challenge for your legs and seat. Really, an impossibility. A crane might have helped. Indoors, it was like riding a rock. Outdoors, a very-slow-rolling rock. He needed momentum to move. He was so low&level headed, it was odd to me, and kind of sad. What had he done? What had been done to him?

I was told he'd been a champion Western Pleasure QH, but the sad fate for him was this. He was owned by a, shall we say, fabulously wealthy gentleman, who was/is renting the property to the trainer. Old, like 70, Fab$$ Guy (never having ridden) fancied himself to be John Wayne. He was a very fit hiker. You know the type. Raven was his horse, safe as a church. I had to quit riding there, didn't like the trainer, but I spoke to Fab$$ Guy's wife, a year or so later, and asked after Raven.

Fab$$ Guy and a riding "friend" were GALLOPING HOME ON A FRESH GRAVEL ROAD, (I know the road) and Raven bucked him off, hurting the old guy pretty badly. Now, really, I almost cried right there in front of her. How stupid are people? That stupid. Poor Raven. I can't imagine how much the old $$guy must have been hurting Raven, for him to buck! I guess that's why I forgot sparkly chestnut's name, Raven's haunts me. Raven was sold after that, wife didn't know where:( I think I would have bought him, if I'd known he was for sale. (Have I told this story before?) Maybe on fugs? (tape-recorder) Yeah, I think I have, DARN! Oh, well, blame kestrel.

Please, give all your horses loving scritches and rubs for me? Maybe a carrot, if they're good, and even if they're really not? Just say it's from me, not YOU.
I think I have to go sniff my old bridle, that I still can't bear to part with. My chaps, too. Me 'at. Ok, ok, me 'elmet. I gave my saddle to my old student. You've seen a part of her barn in one pic I posted. My Saddle's still teaching:)

My buddy the old DQ Guy, after his horse passed (a great super-clean, long life he had too, Old Gent), DQ Guy sold all his equipment on e-bay. He's a smart guy! I like to hang on to the leather/horse/sweat/smell.
This entire post is such a great example of what keeps me poor. Oh well. Mom would understand:)

Colour Picture today is supplied courtesy of CorelDrawx3. I'm trying to draw BHM out of hiding. Yeah, pictures are easy to upload.
The b/w is art I found on-line, free, a cartoon of an inept rider jumping a horrified horse. The two are not connected, physically. I've done that on bright bays. Bright bays, the colour and silk of fall sunshine.
The colour picture of the pinto horse is a big old Shire type guy, maybe a gypsy vanner, showing off, all feathers flying. The Flower Picture is my dark blue Lightning Iris. (I'm cowering before the genius of Latigo Liz Photography.) Flower picture taken with a free digital camera, that unfortunately learned to swim in the pond, and still works! Just cuts off the top of all your pictures... The flowers smell like licorice. Purple licorice:)

Thanks for inspiring me, y'all.