On the Lunge Line

I can't ride, and I can't run. So what does that leave? A lunge line, a crupper, and a Pessoa system. YAY! Sorry horsey... time to get your butt kicked, and build some serous muscle! The good news is, I'm way smarter than everyone thinks, so I don't have to buy a $300 pessoa system to work topline. Instead, I'll rig one up with some soft rope and a cinch cover. I have a crupper on loan, and I just bought a sircinlge for $5 at the Canby tack sale. So bring it!


On the bad side, I can't run, so if my horsey decides to flip out and misbehave, I'm gunna just have to drop the lines - which will teach him to misbehave and be rewarded. So here goes nothing. Any one want to come ride my horse to keep him in shape for me??

Life is good when you can walk...

Finally I am able to go to the barn and do chores by myself!  Will is doing super now that he is getting some more attention.  He came up a little lame today, so I think it's time to put on some corrective shoes.  He was a super sweet baby this morning, playing with a jolly ball and giving hugs.  It feels good to feel human and walk on two legs!

Getting there....

Last night I went to feed my horse, and I could not help but ditch my crutches and lunge him for a while.  He was so excited he was dancing in circles on the line with a beautiful extended trot, his nostrils flaring.  He was so excited to get attention.  And it felt wonderful.  I just stood in the center and he did his thing around me.  No pulling, no kicking, no bucking.  It was almost as if he knew I was fragil, and I was risking something important to let him run and work.  He was so gentle, and afte I was done lunging him, he came to me and put his head in my chest and breathed deep.  Then he let me brush him and pick his feet and all the while he was quiet and content.  What a good boy.  And it made me feel alive again.

A fabulous and beautiful poem:

Sorry everyone, it's in Spanish and the translation doesn't do it justice.  It is an adaptation of  “First They came” by Pastor Martin Niemoller. It is depressing, but it is fantastic, and it proves how I feel about social justice, and brave people standing up for what is right.

Una adaptación de “First They came” de Pastor Martin Niemoller

Primero vinieron por los judíos,

Los llevaron a destruir.  

Me gritan, me suplican que los ayude,

Pero yo me quedo callado.

Luego vinieron por los cristianos,

Los llevaron a destruir.

Me gritan, me suplican que los ayude,

Pero yo me quedo callado.

Entonces vinieron por los fetos,

Los llevaron a destruir.

Me gritan, me suplican sin palabras,

Pero yo me quedo callado.

Por fin vinieron por me,

Me llevaron a destruir.

Les grito, les suplico que me ayuden,

Pero no hay nadie quien me puede oír.

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First they came for the Jews,
they took them to destroy them.
They scream and beg me to help them,
but I stay queit.

Then, they came for the Christians,
they took them to destroy them.
They scream and beg me to help them,
but I stay quiet.

Next they came for the unborn,
they took them to destroy them.
They scream and beg me without words,
but I stay quiet.

Finally they came for me.
They took me to destroy me.
I scream and beg someone to help me,
but there is no one left to hear me.

Sad face

I miss my horse.  I miss the barn.  I miss the outside.  I miss walking.  I miss my knee before the accident.  Sad day.

But life goes on, right?  It's hard not to get depressed, not to miss things, not to wish I were somewhere else, with something else, doing something else.  This morning I went to the barn to try to do some chores.  I was able to pick my horse's feet, and then he was so happy to see me he just put his head into my chest and rubbed.  He can be so sweet.  I wish I could throw these crutches away, throw away this brace, and saddle up.  I wish I could wear a pretty dress and heels, and have no pain.  I wish I could run outside in the rain and jump over pot holes and find my way to the back of the fields.  I wish I could squat down to pet the dog, lift onto my toes to reach the pretty clothes in my closet, and wear cowgirl boots again.  My brace goes half way down my calf, so boots are a no go.  I wish I could do something to keep me from going crazy. 

Im pretty much living by the motto "Short term pain, Long term gain."  Hopefully that is true.

Back at the barn - On crutches

Its 9 days post op.  My knee hurts like a b...  and I went to the barn last night to see my boy.  He was real excited to see me.  At first he was afraid of my crutches and was smelling my knee for a long time.  He would smell, then look around for the big bad wolf that crippled me.  Then he got friendly and stated nibbling my watch band, grabbing it first with his lips, then with his teeth ever so lightly, and pulling back really slow... I was laughing so hard I couldn't even be mad at him!  He put his head into my chest and hugged for a long time.  Poor baby, I bet he is bored out of his mind!  Too bad it will be 6 months without ridng him!  I hope I don't snap and go stir crazy by then!  And we will have to start all over probably, with the whole kick - buck - refuse at the trot again.  *sigh*  :(