Back in the Saddle Again (and a confession)
After another couple weeks off, I rode again tonight.
Perhaps the most surprising part of the lesson was how well I rode. It felt good to be back on the horse, and even better to be effective. Maybe I should take time off more often.
And now for the confession:
For all that I make snide remarks about bling, it’s only fair for me to admit that I own (and use!) a pair of turquoise splint boots. These are, if possible, worse than the sherberty polo wraps I was subjecting horses to last spring, before I found the splint boots in a box of stuff at my mom’s old house.
But what is truly horrifying is the fact that I know that somewhere there is a picture of me and the Super Saint, and the Super Saint is subjected to the splint boots on his front legs, the polo wraps on his back legs, and a red and green Western-style saddle pad. Good thing he had a sense of humor, huh?
In other words, when it comes to making fun of peoples’ fashion choices: hello Kettle, I’m the pot.