This is Bella. Bella scares me. Why? Because she is a great big horse that is ridden by my bitty little daughter. I try not to think about Christopher Reeves, or that if she goes splat off the back of this beast she could break something important.
A few weeks ago, the camp called to tell me that a different horse had stepped on the kid’s foot. When I expressed dismay (it is feis season and I had just paid a jillion dollars for summer dance classes) they said indignantly “It was just a little horse”. As if a horse wasn’t still going to squish her little foot like a bug because it was 800 pounds instead of 1000 pounds. Thankfully she had her boots on (like she was supposed to) and her big toe swelled up a whole lot, but didn’t break. And she can get her dance shoes on again now….but still…
So this is Bella. I went to meet her last week hoping I would be less nervous about the whole riding thing if I met her allegedly angelic self. It didn’t work. She is beautiful, she is well behaved, she likes my kid a whole lot, and she still scares me.
Other than that – I am off tomorrow on vacation. So there won’t be any blog posts for a week. But at least this time it won’t be because I forgot, it will be because I am staying in the beach hotel that time forgot. I don’t think it has been remodeled since the 1960s, but we like it there, and it is affordable (and has a pool). The kid has a feis on Sunday in scenic Atlantic City. I will try to remember to take a photo of the bronze statue of Bert Parks (I do not lie, it is there in all its cheesy glory). I can’t be bothered deciding what clothes we need to pack, but I have been thinking all day about what yarn should go. I am thinking the bamboo sock yarn that has been calling my name since I bought it, and the letter sweater to finish, and some crochet swatches that need to be done……. who needs clothes or sunscreen?
See you next week…
Try nit to stress over the size of the horse. They think you are bigger than they are (has to do with their eyes). I learned to ride at 3 from my grandfather who was a trainer.