It began with my spending considerable time, close to two hours in fact, in recording and then doing my body awareness work. The cabin was toasty warm and the south-facing sunlight filled the kitchen and living room. And when, finally, I did venture outside, my gloves and hat were toasty warm because they had been sitting on the enamel pots on the woodstove.
Once outside, I set up the agility course in the Playground of Higher Learning – Pete had plowed it a few days ago, and the surface was snow-free. I then took Tyra on a run through the course. She’s in the starter division, which is really easy – we were doing just fine until a blast of wind came through and blew some of the obstacles around. She looked surprised but did not spook.
Next, I took Hrimmi and Tinni for a walk. Pete had gone skiing – I met him and Ryder on the road coming home. The two horses really enjoyed the outing – I stopped and took photos of Hrimmi racing around. She’d been working hard the past few days, so this was a nice break for her.
Came home and then went for a ride with Pete. He rode Raudi and I rode Tyra. By this point in time it was fairly cold and windy. It was about 4 p.m. when we finally got to the trailhead. I had decided to ride Tyra, minus stirrups. It was a wonderful ride – Raudi maintained a slow, steady pace and Tyra did the same. I had expected her to be jumping around because she was on her trails. No, she was quiet and calm. I put her in the lead on Siggi’s trail and she just ambled along, once in a while picking up the pace.
The best part of all was how I felt after. No stirrups, my knees and hips were not at all stiff. Now I need to find a way to ride Raudi without stirrups because I can’t remove them from her saddle.
It’s now evening – I have resumed working on the Fork in the Road book. Pete’s gone to a meeting in Wasilla – it’s hoped that the City of Wasilla will ban plastic grocery bags. I should be there, but I do need to get some work done.
Holding Patterns – This will be the title of my next book. But first, I must get Forks done. Uhh huh I am leading a rough life.
Post Script: The City Council for Wasilla voted 5 to 1 to ban the bags!
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