blue page - but not a blue mood. gorgeous sunrise this morning as i was having breakfast in the kitchen. had a pleasant walk to campus, only half an hour. poor mickey is still lame, not much, but still sore. but then again, i didn't have to ride him today - we were torturing each other again. i mean, lungeing each other. my poor chafed sore pussy. ouch. i am getting much better though - Virginia said i'd improved heaps. and i could feel it too. i didn't have to spend quite as much time correcting myself. i'm still mumbling a mantra - in this case "leg back. heels down. knee off the saddle. leg against his side. look up. smile. soft lower back. heel down! don't grip with the knee. sit deep. leg back again. look up. following seat. smile! heel down and back." etc... trying to make it look easy, and good. and holding on for dear life when Jim drops out of a canter into his huge shambling bouncy trot, the bastard. giving him a good kick in the ribs - such a lazy horse. not at all like my Mickeybaby.
then did some bandaging practise, and i'm just as good at that as i am at plaiting manes and tails. i guess i'm just dexterous with my hands.
so tired today - fell asleep during the afternoon lesson. thankfully only the dickhead scottish tutor whom we have for the stress unit (i hate it when teachers try too hard to be funny, and don't get any teaching done), so i didn't really care. and of course as soon as i got home, i couldn't get to sleep. the rats decided they were going to have a noisy party as i was trying to get some rest, and just as i drifted off, i got a phonecall. good though - malcolm rang to offer me the job at the library. starting wednesday.
got up again later, put some blasting glenn miller, and made some pancakes for myself and the ratrats (everyone else was out, so i didn't have to cook dinner). always funny - no matter how often they've been given food by me, the concept that there is enough for everyone just doesn't enter their heads. silly darlings. but i suppose something as yummy as my pancakes... goriath is so sweet and affectionate. and such a spiffy dyke rat, too. she's always happy to hop onto my hand, have a little smoochy-cuddle, and then go back with the others. not like adam or fatboy, who get embarrassed by such displays of affection, or sillywinkle or frida, who just try to escape and be naughty.
ok - well overdue for bed. must remember the lungeing assessment tomorrow. take the noseband off the bridle before putting on the cavesson. and thread the cavesson under the cheekpiece. and if Virgina is assessing, put the sidereins on the girth above the buckles, not below. right. |
