Five Acres with a View

June 29, 2008 – Click on image for higher resolution version.

I spent Sunday morning scribing for the stadium jumping at Abbey Ranch Horse Trials between Palmer Lake and Perry Park.

Last week, some friends asked me why I rarely write about my horses anymore. (I have been part of an online journal writing groups with these friends for over ten years.)

Hap was an adventure. As much as I dote on him, I sometimes felt about Hap like the Ashley Brilliant postcard epigram: “We’ve been through so much together, and most of it was your fault.” Hap was so quick that half the time when he ditched me, I would land standing, not really aware there was a problem until I was on the ground. I finally learned to stay with him through most of his big moves, but it never failed to impress the hell out of me each time I managed to do so. (Impressed a fair number of onlookers, too.) Hap was the horse who could be behaving very badly at a show and people would come up and compliment me on how beautiful he was. I would be thanking them through gritted teeth and thinking “handsome is as handsome does.” Hap was good copy even when he was an intimidating mount.

Hap is currently semi-retired on our five acres. I mainly ride Lily, my twelve year old Paint Breeding Stock mare. Lily has been a different sort of frustration. I bought her as a four year old, and things were going quite well, and then we just got stuck. People who do the sports horse types of things that I like to do are very keen on having a horse go “forward.” Lily didn’t. She was lethargic and didn’t seem to be very comfortable. She acted colicky a lot, and we tried all the stuff that the vets recommended, and she didn’t improve. We spent a lot of money on vet visits when she had her spells. My trainer and I thought it might have something to do with her cycles, but no vet ever thought too much of that idea. I had just about made up my mind to haul her to one of the major diagnostic centers here in Colorado when she bowed her tendon while playing one day.

A bowed tendon is a big deal in a horse. Some horses never recover. We nursed her through her immediate convalescence when she had to be kept in a small area while she wore a gel cast, and then through the hand walking endless circuits around the arena. When the vet said I could walk her under saddle I did so once. Then I brought her home and put her out to pasture for six months. It was getting on toward autumn and I couldn’t deal with her any longer.

Unfortunately, right before she bowed her tendon, I came off of her in a rather nasty fall, only the second time I haven’t been able to get right back on the horse. I didn’t ride for several weeks, and then she got hurt, so I had a lot of worries stored up between me getting hurt and her getting hurt.

When I started riding her again in the spring, she was a lot more forward than she had been. However, as she got better I got worse: three summers ago I had so much heel pain that I was unwilling to dismount from a sixteen hand horse. Plus, as she got stronger, I felt more and more over-horsed, and since I wasn’t riding enough to develop my strength we got in this vicious cycle where I would feel intimidated by her and ride even less. One circuit of the arena each direction at a trot and then at a canter doesn’t get you very far. Lily’s spooks were actually easier to deal with than Hap’s, she would just levitate and hang in the air for a while, then carry on whatever she was doing. However, despite the fact that it looked worse than it felt, I didn’t have people lining up for the opportunity to ride her.

This year we finally seem to be getting in sync. There were a few times in the early spring when I decided, after longing her, that I would put her up and go ride another horse, but I progressed to riding her consistently a lot sooner in the year. In past years, I kept telling myself I would lesson with my trainer when I became a little stronger, and ended up taking very few lessons. This year, I decided that I would lesson even if I wasn’t in good enough shape to make it worth while. And I found out that after the first ten minutes when I want to whine and quit and apologize to my horse for being such a crummy, overweight and out of shape rider, that we just get past that and start getting some pretty damn decent work.

And I am sure, from Lily’s point of view, she thinks, “We’ve been through so much together, and most of it was your fault.”

June 24, 2008 – Click on image for higher resolution version.

Dipity allows you to construct timelines about almost anything. It will also allow you to import images from Flickr, posts from your blog, and items from other online tools so that you can get a “stream” of your online activity. This is a snapshot of mine after I played around with it for a while.

About a month ago, I moved the external drive I use to back up my machine to Jack’s computer. I was planning on backing up the data on my PC to his PC using an automatic job. Unfortunately, I had not yet gotten around to it when the disk on my PC suffered a catastrophic failure. The good news was that I had another hard-drive suitable for rebuilding the system. The bad news is I lost about a month’s worth of data. None of it was priceless, but I still felt very stupid. The first thing I did when I had a functioning system was order another external USB drive. (Once you have started using these, it is hard to go back to a more cumbersome system.) This drive is now attached to Jack’s PC with a full backup, and my PC is backed up to my external drive.

Have you implemented a backup plan for your PC?

June 13, 2008 – Click on image for higher resolution version.

While I was looking for a place for us to celebrate our 30th anniversary as well as Jack’s birthday, I came across the website for the The Black Bear Restaurant, a four-star restaurant a short distance from Colorado Springs of which I had never heard. The Chef’s Table (a fixed price meal) seemed interesting, so Jack made reservations.

I thought it slightly odd that there was no photo of the restaurant building on the website, and when we made the drive to Green Mountain Falls, I could see why: it certainly didn’t look like any four star restaurant I had ever seen before. Stated bluntly, it looked like a dive.

Appearances are deceptive. We chose the six course meal, and it was some of the best food I have ever had. We had fennel salad, which was very spicy; bison stew; caramelized onion frittata; a creamy pasta dish; Limousin steak and potatoes; and chocolate. I think it may have been the best steak I’ve ever had. The portion sizes were quite restrained, so we were full when we left, without being stuffed.

June 13, 2008 – Click on image for higher resolution version.

Taken from the window of the car while Jack was driving.

Friday 13th not more unlucky, study shows.

Since Rags had the problem with his annual vaccinations two years ago, I flinch more when he gets his shots than he does. However, they’ve either changed the formulation since then, or the two grams of bute that I now give after he gets his shots helps. He was only moving a little slowly last night when I went out to feed, didn’t have any visible reactions at the injections sites, and had his normal appetite. So it looks as though this year there are no nasty surprises but the vet bill.

June 03, 2008 – Click on image for higher resolution version.

Today I worked from 8 to 3:30 so I could be home for the vet to make her annual visit to give the horses their vaccinations and check whether they need dental work. As usual she made a big fuss over Hap: she likes Thoroughbreds and thinks he is a fine example thereof. As usual, I didn’t argue with her. (More to the point, she also thinks he is in great shape for a 23 year old Thoroughbred.)

She also did the yearly ritual of sedating Rags so she can float his teeth and check a lesion on his sheath. He has had the lesion for years now, without any changes, and the yearly sedation ensures that it isn’t doing anything nasty where we can’t see. As usual, Rags made a pretty good attempt at cow-kicking her despite heavy sedation while she cleaned his sheath. She also said his eyes look good. Since he is the most common breed (Appaloosa) in the most common state (Colorado) for getting sun caused cancers, and won’t wear a fly mask, this was good news.

Magic, the mare I board, was well-behaved and the vet commented on how fat she is for a 28 year old mare. I couldn’t believe she was 28 when I started to do the mental math, but a group of us who were around when her owner bought her agreed that she was close to 12 when she was bought 16 or 17 years ago.

The visit from the vet also led to my yearly ritual of checking my horse medications. I suppose it is a good thing that they expire before I use them, since it means the horses are doing well, but I still have a bit of a twinge when I have to discard them. Despite the cost, I always try to keep the two most commonly used pain-killers on hand.