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June 18, 2018
Jigs and I snagged third in Sunday’s versatility. Not terrible, but not competitive.

3rd Open Division
After only two riding lessons, I am not confident to canter between obstacles. But I AM more aware of my lack of riding skills. My body lurches too far forward and my legs curl too far back. Watching the video of our run was painful. Ugg.

Beep Beep Beep or Back Back Back
I’m having doubts that I can get better.

Cracking the Egg
But we had fun, even managed to sneak into the Atlantic Ocean to cool off.
That’s the whole point, isn’t it? Relieving stress? Not creating it?
The minis at the versatility were so damned cute. Watching them helped me forget my shortcomings. And there was a horse with a UNICORN HORN! A lovely, shiny rainbow horn.
Ebay, Etsy. I searched and found they are out there. Unicorn Horns. For sale! Realize your fantasy. What color should I order?
Jigs would ABSOLUTELY hate having a unicorn horn.
He was not thrilled with the flowers I clipped to his mane or the bright blue biothane tack or the turquoise saddle seat. Okay It’s me who is not too keen on the seat and horses don’t see color that well.

Waiting Our Turn
As I told someone recently, I am one of those aged women who try to relive the childhood we wish we had with glittery tack.
If I can’t be a good rider, maybe I can distract myself with sparkles?
There is another versatility next weekend and a trail competition…. Best to stick with the riding lessons. Better for Jigs, better for me.
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February 11, 2018
We went to a cow sorting clinic yesterday. Given the mud, ice, rain, and snow this winter, being in a dry indoor with good footing was a treat.
Jig and I tried sorting three or four years ago. We I was not very good. He loved it and remained laser focused on the cows even when not on the ring. He seemed to enjoy the idea that they were there to do what he wanted.

Waiting for the cows
I figured the clinic would be a good way for us to see if we should do a few competitions this season. There was supposed to be a sorting contest today, but alas, there is more rain and mud in the forecast, so it was canceled- too much mud for trailers.
Our very brief foray into sorting made us the “experienced” ones. Well, there was a retired cutter, but cutting is what he wanted to do when he saw the cows. Cutting and sorting are quite different.
The clinician was good. She competes herself, and quickly assessed the level of partnership between each horse and rider. Jigs and Spock, my friend’s mustang, were sized up as having good groundwork skills, although she pointed out that Jigs is lazy. Yep.
We watched as she worked with other pairs to improve their groundwork skills. That made for a long afternoon of waiting our turn. Each horse was introduced to the cows on the ground before mounting up. It was a good approach because a few horses were overwhelmed by the a low keyed cows.

Waiting our turn
At the end of the clinic we teamed up for a trial sort run. Jigs got both his cows, but we were not good on the line. Jigs was excited and wanted to go back after another cow. I had to work to keep his attention on me, as a result, one slipped by.
Despite the boring periods of watching others, I did learn quite a bit. There will be a team sort competition in our future.
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January 12, 2018
I will be 60 tomorrow.
A milestone.
Tomorrow is my birthday
I don’t feel 60.
I still feel like that horse crazy girl the other kids made fun of- the girl who galloped through the playground pretending to be a wild horse.
I still feel like the horse crazy girl whose parents wouldn’t, couldn’t understand.
I still feel like the horse crazy girl who cried for weeks because her parents chose a swimming pool over horse camp.
I still feel like the horse crazy girl who fell off the borrowed, nasty pony mare every day, without loosing faith. The mare who taught persistence and how to ride bareback because there was no saddle.
I still feel like the horse crazy girl who loved an appaloosa yearling- love a first sight in the bowels of a horse trader’s barn. The little horse who saved my life.
I still feel like the horse crazy girl who had to accept college over heart’s desire.

I still feel like the horse crazy middle-aged girl who loved Pepperoni. Who bought Pepperoni even though he had uveitis . Pepper who taught me everything- Pepper who taught me that love means letting go.

Pepper
I still feel like the middle-aged grieving girl who walked around a corner that fateful February and found the red pony- the red pony with the “here I am, what took you so long” look.
I still feel like the middle-aged woman who was stunned to win a saddle because her red pony really was the best horse that day- we were just having fun.

I still feel like the middle-aged woman who stresses about how work and family keep her from the red pony. The woman who dropped 26 pounds for her pony’s sake.
I am the one day from 60-year-old woman whose red pony threw half a flake of hay on her, as if to share his dinner- birthday eve gift.
I will always be that horse crazy girl….
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January 19, 2017
Jigs has gotten “girthy” of late so I had the chiropractor/saddle fitter out yesterday. A bit of adjustment to Jigs and shims, along with a new girth, and all should be well. This saddle will work fine for both of us.
I ordered the Total Saddle Fit Shoulder Relief girth from Amazon. It should be here tomorrow, in time for the weekend.
He also recommended cantering more to build up Jigs’ hind end. And poles. (Jigs does drag his toes.) Poles are a game to Jigs- he has the mistaken belief that the object is to STEP on them.
Did I say I HATE ring work?
I did and the chiropractor suggested an alternative: hill work. Stopping on steep inclines will force him to use his hind quarters more. That we can do.

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July 5, 2016
My non-horse friends think I am a pony obsessed lunatic. They could be right. I am rather fond of my pony. He is wonderful. I could not ask for a better partner- equine or human.
Today we loaded up my grandson’s bike into my Jeep, Jigs in the trailer and headed over to Upton State Forest to ride/bike. Upton State has a mix of trails but I figured if we stayed on the gravel roads, my grandson would be able to ride comfortably.
Before we left, I told Jigs, “your job is to keep the boy in front of you.” He took that literally. It was fine downhill when we had to trot to keep up. It wasn’t so bad on the flats, well, except for when my grandson did serpentines. Jigs followed right behind him, doing his own serpentines. This horse hates serpentines.

The issue was uphill. What goes down must go up and for bikes, not so easy. Jigs really wanted to stay behind him.
I did not.
I wanted to lope up the trail.
It took a lot of leg. When Jigs got beside the bike, he broke into a trot again and tried to swing behind the bike. More leg to push him straight. More leg to lope.
We stopped at the top to wait for the boy. The whole time Jigs was watching for him. When the bike came around the bend, Jigs sighed deeply.

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December 24, 2015

The days are getting longer. It will be a month before we really notice, but I have faith this is true. It has been too dark these past weeks. The sun has gone missing.
I rarely get to the barn these days. Even the weekends have been consumed with commitments outside of my control. And when I do get there, riding is been limited as my foot continues to heal. Or maybe I’m avoiding something.
I worry about Jigs and what this funk I’m in means for our relationship. If I’m honest with myself, it is like a temporary separation. I feel guilty I’ve been so preoccupied with non-horse issues.
When I do visit, he seems glad to see me, but truly, it is the treats in the back of my car he desires. A gelding of few words, he’s never been overly affectionate. He’s impatient with grooming, not naughty, but I get the feeling he just tolerates it. In the 7 years we’ve been together, I’ve never found his “sweet spot.”
Most horses have one- even Pepper. His lips would quiver in ecstasy when I scratched the side of his withers. This from the horse that hated all things human. It was the only time I felt he liked me.
But Jigs tries to be above all this. Unless food is involved, it is all the same to him. Or maybe not. The other day we were in the ring playing at ground work and unbeknownst to me, my glove fell out of my pocket. The gelding of few words didn’t miss it. He picked it up and gave it to me. I was stunned.
He really is a good boy. I just need to press through this dark and be patient for the sun to return.
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October 28, 2015
The last two months have been frustrating. After our last versatility in August, Jigs came up lame.

First an abscess,

then a case of white line.
September and October- the best time to ride in New England, and we missed most of it.
Arrggghhh….
Naturally I went through the usual paranoia and obsession. Convinced I had permanently broken Jigs, I drove my vet crazy.
Then, thankfully, he was sound again mid October.
Sunday we got to play dress up and attended our first off property ride in months.

It was a great day, with great friends.
I was psyched! Next up, the Turkey Trot…. love riding around cranberry bogs…..
Sunday was perfect- a costume ride and home in time for the Patriots’ game. I even had time to finish laundry…
Yep, laundry.
Housework gets you every time.
My ankle rolled as I was carrying an EMPTY clothes basket down the cellar stairs and I fell.

Broken foot and another 6 week hiatus……. Jigs probably thinks he hit the lottery…..
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August 22, 2015
“When August burning low / Arise this spectral Canticle..” – Emily Dickinson
It is the end of what I suspect is my last vacation of the year, maybe the last vacation for a long time…. Who knows what the future holds?
I took the week thinking it would be cooler Mid-August, but it is New England, after all, and it has been as hot, if not hotter, than the week I took in July. Heat limited ride time- I admit, I’m a wimp. Heat bothers me. When we did work, it was to master obstacles hung with shiny, metallic fringe in prep for a versatility in two weeks.
We did sneak in a 10 miler in Ware. It was cool in the woods and we returned before the full force of sun hit.

I was exhausted and slept for hours. I rarely nap and suspect root cause was a bit of heat exhaustion.
We also lost a $70 boot in the mud- another sign of strange August weather. Usually by now the mud is long forgotten. Not that Jigs needs boots. His feet are so hard that abscesses pop out his coronary.
This morning I am sitting at the car dealer getting an oil change and two new tires. It’s a luxury to be able to sit and not stress about having to “be somewhere.” Isn’t it odd I’m enjoying a trip to the car dealer?
It feels like most of my life has been lived in a constant state of stressing about where I have to be, what I have to do. It’s exhausting. And yet, I have no right to complain. I know others have not had the opportunities I have and I am grateful for my life.
So, if there is a little too much heat on my week off, I won’t complain; I’m just happy for any time with the red pony. And I suspect he is grateful the chance to grab a bit of grass when he thinks I am not paying attention.

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August 8, 2015
Something strange freaky happened today while Jigs and I were finishing a 9 mile ride. We were heading home by way of a rocky trail and 800 feet of highway. I walk on the road with Jigs because there is too much traffic. I just don’t bounce like I used to.
I was wishing for a trail to cut through the woods that would avoid the power line and the 800 feet of cars whizzing by. A few years back we found a footpath to an abandoned archeological dig but it was not passable. We tried bushwhacking a few times to find a shortcut from the site back to the barn, but never found one.
I no sooner let go of the thought when Jigs turned into the woods. Huh? Why not humor him? We had time. Sure enough, he found the old dig site and a TRAIL leading to the train tracks that pass near the pine grove trails and the barn.
I was stunned….. Is Jigs able to read my mind??? Now wouldn’t that be the ultimate partnership?
We rode beside the tracks and out to the pine grove, avoiding the steep, rocky, power line and the highway. It was a bit unnerving because freight trains use the tracks. There was enough room to avoid them, but thankfully, there were none.
It’s not a way I would go again because of the trains. While the horses see and hear them frequently, I’d rather not take any chances.
It was a strange ending to an otherwise great ride….how the heck did that red pony know what I was thinking…….? If he can read my mind, why can’t we side pass stage left????

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July 1, 2015

Okay, I’m no athlete. Jigs can attest to that. He compensates.
A local trainer I admire recently told a friend he likes Jigs a lot because he is “forgiving.” The best horse for “your friend.” I took this as an insult wrapped in a compliment.
I’m not a quiet rider. My hips are uneven, I lack body strength and I’m pretty old. I don’t trust enough to relax at the canter. I let the noise of the day get in the way. And did I mention I feel pretty old? Too old to ….
My head is full of can’t, won’t, don’t….
But the trainer is right. Jigs is the best horse for me.
Last week we were bareback in the woods and a couple of deer jumped in front of us. I was not paying attention when Jigs jump sideward. Of course I slipped, nearly falling off. Jigs didn’t let me fall. He pushed me back up with his neck.
Yes, Jigs is the best horse for me.
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