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Aug. 24th, 2004 06:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rmToday I rode Benny. Benny is short. If he were an inch and a half shorter, he'd technically be a pony. Benny is also smart though. And pretty much wanders about wherever he wants to, if you're not on him at every second, and it was very very frustrating because I was having serious left-handed moments.
A little better with the trotting today. Have been on three different horses now, and I have to say, the one that scared me the most, was also the one that ultimately, I've felt the safest on and most in sync with (Benny isn't just smart, playful and frustrating, he can be a bit jumpy, and I had my first experience with the horse reacting to something suddently)... Sham, why are you so tall? My instructor showed me pictures of Benny competing in some western events, and apparently he's happiest doing high speed relay stuff, and as such is just a kook to deal with his boredom when dealing with a beginner.
The Horatio Hornblower books are somehow even more enchanting than the movies (eye candy quite aside). Later, when I'm less utterly exhausted, I want to write about that, and about stories for boys, as opposed to stories for girls -- it's quite making me think of the novels, selected for the benefit of our character, we read at Miss Hewitt's.
Also the barn apparently has a scary, dangerous, mean horse one has to be very careful of. Impressively surly animal, quite beautiful and named Pumpkin, which seems awfully benign.
A little better with the trotting today. Have been on three different horses now, and I have to say, the one that scared me the most, was also the one that ultimately, I've felt the safest on and most in sync with (Benny isn't just smart, playful and frustrating, he can be a bit jumpy, and I had my first experience with the horse reacting to something suddently)... Sham, why are you so tall? My instructor showed me pictures of Benny competing in some western events, and apparently he's happiest doing high speed relay stuff, and as such is just a kook to deal with his boredom when dealing with a beginner.
The Horatio Hornblower books are somehow even more enchanting than the movies (eye candy quite aside). Later, when I'm less utterly exhausted, I want to write about that, and about stories for boys, as opposed to stories for girls -- it's quite making me think of the novels, selected for the benefit of our character, we read at Miss Hewitt's.
Also the barn apparently has a scary, dangerous, mean horse one has to be very careful of. Impressively surly animal, quite beautiful and named Pumpkin, which seems awfully benign.
