The weather has been wretched for this time of year; combine that with the smoke from California burning, and it's been miserable and stupid and full of ICK.
We are supposed to cool down (to mid 70s) by the end of this week and there's a chance for good winds on Saturday. That will help blow out the valley and maybe replace the nasty air with better. I sure hope so; not that I'm doing crazy riding, but I'm doing enough for just moving around in it makes my chest feel tight and wheezy. I don't worry about Dakota too much, because he's basically just walking around as horses do.
Last night he showed me again why he's such a special pony. I had a treeless saddle on to try and thought "Oh, I'll just put my weight in the stirrup and hop up." He's sooooo low withered and the girth had jussssst enough play that the saddle went sideways and I went down. I didn't fall, but it was surprising. He just sort of danced aside a bit, but we recovered. lol
Part of the problem is I'm riding in the round pen and the mounting block is backwards. So I'm stretching my leg WAAAAAY out and over and it's dangerous and stupid and whatever. But apparently it's not dangerous, stupid, and whatever enough to make me put a real saddle on and ride in the arena. Probably because the memory of him being in the arena when there were dear and acting like a snorting, foolish dragon is fresh.
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I have learned how to make a very decent soft boiled egg and have almost mastered how to pull it out of the shell. I am one step closer to making Scotch eggs. *nod* This weekend I'm making a lemon sponge, so if I ever live in England, I am going to be in good shape for entertaining.
Shhh.
So, that leads me to a question....have you ever been to England? Because I have questions. ;)
We are supposed to cool down (to mid 70s) by the end of this week and there's a chance for good winds on Saturday. That will help blow out the valley and maybe replace the nasty air with better. I sure hope so; not that I'm doing crazy riding, but I'm doing enough for just moving around in it makes my chest feel tight and wheezy. I don't worry about Dakota too much, because he's basically just walking around as horses do.
Last night he showed me again why he's such a special pony. I had a treeless saddle on to try and thought "Oh, I'll just put my weight in the stirrup and hop up." He's sooooo low withered and the girth had jussssst enough play that the saddle went sideways and I went down. I didn't fall, but it was surprising. He just sort of danced aside a bit, but we recovered. lol
Part of the problem is I'm riding in the round pen and the mounting block is backwards. So I'm stretching my leg WAAAAAY out and over and it's dangerous and stupid and whatever. But apparently it's not dangerous, stupid, and whatever enough to make me put a real saddle on and ride in the arena. Probably because the memory of him being in the arena when there were dear and acting like a snorting, foolish dragon is fresh.
.
I have learned how to make a very decent soft boiled egg and have almost mastered how to pull it out of the shell. I am one step closer to making Scotch eggs. *nod* This weekend I'm making a lemon sponge, so if I ever live in England, I am going to be in good shape for entertaining.
Shhh.
So, that leads me to a question....have you ever been to England? Because I have questions. ;)