This week seemed like it was never going to end.
By all comparison, it was a relatively good week. I took a lesson from the dressage trainer at our barn on Apollo. He was amazing and it was a great ride. Lin of KLA Training is a great instructor. She was very positive and got straight to the point about some issues I've been having with Apollo. What I enjoyed about her style is that she really addressed Apollo and me as a team, how we work together- not just me as a rider, not just his issues as a horse. I like it when I have a lesson and have some real, tangible results so quickly. The other thing I like about Lin is that she isn't all bitchy and stuck on herself like alot of trainers I've worked with. Of course, Apollo and I aren't too shabby as students go.
Today I got out to the ranch and Linda's darling little arabian who is 31 years old had gotten himself cast in the corner of his stall. The stall cleaner had wrapped a lead rope around his neck and was trying to pull him by his head. Umm... not the best way to solve the problem. I ran for help from some of the other girls and we managed to drag Louis out of the corner by his hind legs. Then he wouldn't get up. He was all twsted up in his blanket and was strangling himself, so we used my pocket knife to cut the blanket off of him. He still didn't want to get up, so I got on the phone to the vet. Turns out he had a little gas colic. The vet gave him a shot of banamine and he was resting comfortably when we left the barn tonight. Always some drama, though, dang.
I bought Cosette a new waterer this week. Since it has been installed, I see her drinking out of it more than I'd ever seen her drink in the whole time we've been in this stall. I think the bigger waterer, even though Dean is meticulous about cleaning it, gets scummy really quickly. This little one stays fresh and she seems to like it much better. I'm hoping that it will help some with her colic tendency.
It wasn't all horses this week. I've been keeping pretty low to the ground. Avery has been pretty sick. She's been keeping me up because she wants to nurse constantly. When she's sick I think it gives her comfort and it is an easy source of nutrition. Maybe because I know Avery is it, I haven't had the urge to press forward with weaning her. Normally, she just nurses to sleep at night so it doesn't bother me at all and I know is a comfort to her.
My surgery has been all arranged. March 17th is when I'll be going under the knife. I'm a little nervous. I still have a little residual trauma from the c-section incision coming apart. Still, how can I pass up the opportunity to rid myself of my unsightly gut at the expense of my insurance company?
There is a good article on Autism in Newsweek. My nephew, Edward is autistic. He is only a couple months younger than Viola and it always makes me so sad when I see them side-by-side. I can't imagine what that must be like. If a child has a physical disability, however severe, at least they very likely have a capacity for joy and love and sharing that with those around them.
Umm, okay I can't think of much else to ramble on about right now.