Page views are down. Comments are down. Interesting things are down. They're all tied together, and it's no fucking good. I understand it's the holidays which puts all of us in three different categories:
1. Those with social lives that are too busy to keep up on their own blogs, let alone someone else's.
2. Those without social lives who fall into a holiday depression. They crawl into deep, dark caves and give the finger to shadows that they have named after their former best friends, whom they will go back to being best friends with after winter when their best friends are no longer dancing around with glittery garland and mistletoe because they've fallen into category number one.
3. The stalwart blogger that continues to push on, blogging daily, commenting daily, taking a break to play on Facebook, only to come back to see if someone else is trudging through the holiday blogging lull to bring about pony pictures and general hilarity.
I find myself dabbling in all three categories. I was decked out in garland and bows and ribbons yesterday while taking down Christmas decorations. It was all fun and good despite the cold weather....until I got to the lights.
Gosh, I hate lights.
|i thought i was going really minimalist this year with decorations.|
The problem was that I wove the lights around the rail on the front porch which means I had to unweave them between the tiny slats. Yeah. By "unweave" I mean I yanked them out, cursing loudly the entire time, and threw them across the porch one foot at a time until I had a giant pile of snarled, broken lights. And then I threw them ALL AWAY.
Fuck you, Christmas.
But that's not what this blog is about. It's about ponies, and there's nothing more you guys love reading about than a Bobby Magee story that goes wrong. Am I right, or am I right?
Well, I did ride on Sunday. I put him in his Micklem for the first time in forever. Like, two months? Totes forevers. I put the running martingale on, too, for emergency back up. However, despite being a bit resistant to start out, and being a touch heavy throughout, he was actually pretty good. There was none of his trademark flailing which I guess is a bit of a let down blog-wise.
|snowflakes in the indoor.|
He had Monday off while I battled holiday cheer and tried not to pull the Christmas tree down on top of my head, but I was back out this morning for another ride in the Micklem.
He was much quicker to adjust and relax today. He even started stretching down a bit while on a loose rein during warm up. Stretching was something I really had a hard time asking for in the hackamore. It's always been a weak point for Bobby, but he does "get it" better with a bit.
After warm up, where the canter work was shortened to only two laps of the arena to the left due to his hips, I asked him to come up to the bit more. He was again resistant--not in a bad way, just in a normal stiff horse way--so after a few minutes of getting nowhere, I put him on a circle and did some remedial pressure-release to the left.
|the hounds watching patiently.|
I only worked him for another five minutes afterwards though. My rides still haven't ventured past twenty minutes including warm up. Only five more days until the chiro is here!
So while everyone is getting wasted tonight, any ideas for a Wordless Wednesday picture theme? I've had gif block since the last two. Bobby's life as a Disney princess? What happens to Bobby when I sell him to the Amish, as told by Breaking Bad? Let me know.