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In which the weather is lovely, until it isn't lovely at all

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It's hard to believe that, as I write this, the sky is dumping down a gullywasher rain.

Because, Friday we did this:



And Saturday, we did this:


 And this morning, (of course), we did this:


Fiddle has apparently decided that I am healed up enough to ride properly again.

In other words: a lot of that caretaking behavior she showed towards me when my hip was AWOL has expired--she was breathing fire and farting fireworks when we left the trailhead with the Usual Suspects this morning.


So, I turned her around and trotted her away from the "herd" until we achieved full compliance.

It took a while.


Finally, with attitude firmly readjusted, we rejoined the group.


It was a beautiful day for a ride.


The weather looked even more grey and unfriendly when we met up with friends on the trail

 but we stayed happy and our tack stayed dry all the way back to the trailer.


Now that I'm home, it's another story.



The roaring sound in the video is the actual noise the weather was mak…

In which I refute the notion that I don't take stuff seriously

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Hahahahaha, yeah, no.


Life's too short to be serious.


You can tell 'em I said so.

In which I propose to get rid of a word I don't think we need now

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"I'm just a student x-ray technician,"  the young man with the kind eyes told me as he adjusted the overhead camera.

"I'm just a Green Bean," said a lovely woman in the Endurance 101 clinic at HOTR.
"If they'd just quit clear cutting the forests, we wouldn't have landslides like Oso."

You know what?  I want to get rid of that word.
I deeply object to a word that, in our language, gives permission for the speaker to simplify really complex stuff.
The Xray tech student pays tuition, studies hard, and shows up at the clinic five days each week, rain or shine, to gain the skills to pass the classes so that he can work at a needful job to earn a good paycheck.  That's not "just" a small thing.  That's a big thing, it's important, and it deserves to be recognized.
Green Bean riders who stick with our sport learn heaps about taking care of horses, about navigating over a variety of terrain, about pacing themselves through a lon…

In which the lyrics of John Lennon are twisted (and shouted some, too)

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I'm Fifty, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm Fifty, yeah, yeah, yeah,


I'm Fifty, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah….



And so this is Fifty
And what have I done?
Winter is done now
And Springtime’s just begun


And so this is Fifty I hope it’s more fun
Than year forty-nine was
Being old’s not for the young!


A very happy Fifty
It’s gonna be a great year
Let's hope it's a good one
With plenty of beer.



Imagine you’ve turned Fifty
It isn't hard to do
Just keep on breathing and riding
Pretty soon you’re Fifty-two
Imagine all the people
Turning Fifty-three….



You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be Sixty-one!


In which we go to an endurance ride and I am not (quite) that dumb

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Although I'm healing up phenomenally fast following a total hip replacement on March 3rd, I am not dumb enough to try riding an endurance event  only a month later.
Which isn't to say that I didn't want to ride at Home on the Range.  I did.  It's one of my favorite events of the year.  
But riding that hard a month out of surgery is a Bad Idea.  And we know who is in charge of those.  
So the Dragon stayed at home while the rest of us jetted over the pass

to the dry(er) side of the state.

 Once in camp, those with horses set up their confinement areas



But for ride management (and faithful assistants to ride management), sleeping accommodations included a roof...and a kitchen table!


The bunkhouse where Jim and I stayed over the weekend is part of the beautiful Blue Ridge Ranch complex, which celebrated its centennial in 2013.  The Usual Suspects joined us for breakfast on Friday morning--a feast, as usual.


 Friday morning before the Endurance 101 clinic (of which ther…

In which I do something that is not recommended, and it's not bad!

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I had a plan when I got up this morning.
I didn't plan to go sky diving.  I didn't plan to go deep-sea diving.
I didn't plan to run a marathon, or re-roof the house, or sing the National Anthem at the top of my lungs in the local grocery store.
I planned to do something else.

I planned to take somebody with me too.

I didn't plan to take Roo.  I didn't plan to take Twelve.

I didn't take a goat, or a cat, or the neighbors' new puppies.

I planned to take somebody else.

 The sky wasn't grey today.  It wasn't orange, either.



 It wasn't purple, or yellow, or pink, or taupe.  It was something else.


I didn't plan to meet up with my mom when I went out.

I didn't plan to meet up with a firefighter, or an astronaut, or an overweight aging rock star on the casino circuit, or a long-lost polynesian princess, or my 7th grade geometry teacher.

I planned to meet up with somebody else.

We didn't see giraffes.

We didn't see palm trees.



We di…