SCP: Operation Don’t-Kill-Me
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(These are all going to be in my physical portfolio, but for the sake of convenience, I will post them here. That way I don’t have to print a ton of pictures to squeeze into my product development section tonight, but I still have documentation.)
So I would have had a lesson today, but I spent all night working on an English project that was due today. I finished the project, but I didn’t get a wink of sleep, nor did I have time to go feed last night. And Monday I didn’t have time either because I was working on the project. Sunday night, I don’t remember what happened. Oh, yeah, it was Chic’s break day, so I decided to take Winny out on a trail, which was fun.
I got a truck today. Drove it to the farm, no problem. Fed the horses, started driving back. Flat tire. Turns out that in order to get to the spare, you have to have a special piece attached to a bar to lower it down from underneath the truck. We don’t have it. It’s a used truck. We are having it towed to the shop (the ball joints needed maintenance anyway) right now. Well, my dad and sister are. I was there for an hour and a half, helping my dad try to solve this conundrum. My mom came with my sister so that she could take my place and my mom could drive me home.
I was having an okay week, you know? I could have ridden today. I wanted to, but my mom canceled my lesson because she insisted that I sleep instead. Secretly, I am glad she told me that all I could do was feed tonight. I am exhausted.
But yeah, about Chic. Sherwin decided to cut me a deal. If I market her right now, and try to sell her, I get 20% of the profit. Pretty sweet deal, and it should cover the feed expense. I’ll advertise her for $3000 firm. I just need to get conformation shots of her and footage of her being ridden, trailered, and whatever else. This is actually pretty exciting for me, because it means that my project is a success. I was able to train Chic to have the potential to be sold.
So, without further ado, Chic is now for sale. I just have to write up a contract and advertise her. And shave her stupid beard….
I only rode her a few times last week. Well, Sherwin recently locked up all of his tack in a different tack room. I suspect that people had been messing with his things. As a result of that, however, the bridle and bit I had been riding her in were under lock and key. I asked Robin, the barn manager, to bring it to my tack room for me, but it took her a few days because she was busy.
In the meantime, I tried using Chic’s old headstall that I bought for her, but I stupidly bought a cob instead of a horse-sized. (A cob is a type of horse, slightly bigger and stockier than a pony.) I did this because her head was so small, particularly her jowl. Alas, her jowl has grown to where her old bridle no longer fits. Also, the bit I found (a D-ring snaffle) seemed to hit her palate and cause her a lot of discomfort. (The palate of a horse is like the roof of your mouth. Some horses have low palates, which requires different, softer bits in order to not hit the palate. Sherwin said that he thinks Chic has a low palate. This is not a problem, as I am able to ride her safely and comfortably in a French link snaffle.) So, I decided it would be better to wait to get the correct bridle/bit than try to ride her in a different headstall and the wrong kind of bit. I round-penned her instead, and as usual, she did very well. 🙂 She was responsive to me and respectful of my aids.
Also, I ought to mention how her ears are. Rather, how she is FINALLY starting to get used to me messing with her ears. I am going to try to shave her face today. (She has a beard.) That should be interesting. I haven’t desensitized her to clippers in a while, so hopefully today won’t be too big of a disaster. As for why she is getting used to me messing around with her ears, it is because I take every opportunity to pet them and move them around. I do this mostly when I tack her up and feed her. Sometimes I do this in the round-pen, too.
*Sigh* This is due in two weeks. We just went over the product rubric in class. I really hope I do well.
Cob type horse:
(All images (c) Google Images)
Something unrelated but important for Winny’s mane: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZ3KR-G6gIY
First, I was like
YAY! Horsies and magical training and fun!
But then I was like
Oh, yeah, and that blog I’m supposed to do.
And now I’m like
IT’S BEING GRADED HOLY CRAP IT’S INFORMAL AND I MISSED WAY TOO MANY ENTRIES.
In my defense, the past 16 days I spent not blogging have been pretty busy. There was spring break, during which I did absolutely nothing but sleep and go to the farm. I rode Chic either two or three times last week. She did well, yadda yadda yadda. The usual. She does better every time I am with her. As usual.
This week, I haven’t had time to do anything other than feed both horses. Partly because of doctors’ appointments, and partly because of my chronic napping. Not the “I am feeling lazy” kind of nap, either. More like the “I am so tired my eyes are crossing” kind of nap. Totally necessary, but a symptom of the ever-present scourge of my existence: My poor time-management. To be more specific, just flat-out letting myself be distracted. I know that I can discipline myself. I just choose not to apply it because I either lack the motivation, or am not willing to get into the rhythm just yet. Honestly, I know that I don’t seem like a terribly punctual, precise, reliable person. But, I am. I really am. Heck, I am my own drill sergeant. It’s not a matter of lacking the means to discipline myself, it’s lacking the discipline to apply them. I do not want to admit this, but it is true. Maybe not, actually. I am still confused over this. I have the motivation, I have the discipline to apply the means….I’m just missing something.
I think that is it. And I know the source of my brokenness. It sounds stupid, but it’s from a book My Name is Asher Lev. I will not describe it because it’s a curse to me. I love that book, but ever since I read it, I have not been able to draw, sing, write, play the piano, paint, or do much of anything really. No, wait. This isn’t why.
I am brainstorming. Trying to figure it out.
I know this is simple. But simple things are not simple for me.
I over-think everything.
The solution, the answer. It’s right there. I just can’t find the words for it.
What is my problem? What is the missing component? What makes the ingredients a cake? Fire?
Is it fire that I am missing? Determination….
YES. It’s that. I’ve lost the determination. I guess it is another way to say unmotivated, but a lack of determination sounds the most accurate to me.
Gosh. I need to step up to the plate and crack this stupid blog into the outfield. I always hated baseball….