First off, I'm gonna preemptively say I'm sorry I have no media of the ACTUAL lesson. So don't be too disappointed, lol. No promises on any from future lessons either, although if they're on the weekends I am hoping DH will tag along and maybe can get some footage as long as he can stay out of the way.
|Ruby is ashamed of my lack of media.|
Friday didn't get off to the greatest start - when I went out on my morning break to hook the trailer, I was in the bed of the truck connecting all the chains when a wasp FLEW INTO MY HEAD. I'm not sure it's really ever come up on here, but I have an irrationally PATHOLOGICAL fear of stinging flying insects. No matter how much I tell myself that they won't bother me if I just stay still and don't bother them, I cannot stop myself from (usually) screaming and flailing and trying to escape. Not such a big deal if I'm on the ground and have plenty of space to move away from them, sort of a different deal when I'm in the back of the truck bed. I blindly threw myself off the (very very very) tall truck bed, misjudged the distance to the ground, crashed on my hands and knees in very fine sharp gravel, and came within about 4" of smashing my head into the open truck door. Oh yeah, and I tweaked my back really badly. Like..... 3 hours before the lesson. Cool cool cool cool cool. Definitely also didn't help alleviate any of the anxiety I referenced in yesterday's post. But I got the truck hooked, packed, and I went back inside and tried to calm down a bit. I'm still on a daily prescription anti-inflammatory for another week or so (from the cellulitis bullshit) so I just took Friday's dose a little early to try to prevent my back from locking up on the hour+ drive to the lesson.
|Did not get a chance to bathe my horse like I wanted, but at least she's reasonably shiny naturally.|
|Picked up this fly bonnet from Aimee a while back and figured it would make me laugh if I relaxed enough to notice it, and if not, it was understated enough no one else would notice it.... lol.|
|She's beautiful. I'm biased, but we all know it's true.|
|Sniffing their Theraplate.|
|The face of someone who is very tired but also very proud.|
|Hosed off and about to load up and head home!|
The drive home was equally uneventful, and I unloaded Ruby just in time to throw dinner grain and then turn her out for the evening, where she gleefully found the biggest dirt patch she could and got stupid dusty, lol. Overall I was just super proud of her for the whole experience - we may not know very much, but she is such a sensible, fun horse who is always game to show up to a completely new place and let me ask her to do weird things. And as much as I like to deflect when people compliment that, I DID buy her as a half-feral yearling and she's been ridden by like 3 other people in her entire life (none more than a single ride or two), so I've done *some* things right with her for her to be this nice, and she will only get nicer as we both get more educated. So I'm proud of both of us :)