Time for another happy dance!
I had to share this spending opportunity with you, dear readers, since if you went out looking for these socks, you probably couldn’t find them.
They’re for those special days when you’re not feeling positive or passionate, the word I vote for as most over- and ill-used this decade. Putting that aside, there are days when you’re just not feeling universal love. You know what I mean. Those days or times when you hate everyone. These socks are for those days. Or, if you’re more enlightened, to remind you how silly it is to feel you hate everyone.
Here’s what someone who truly is enlightened, the Dalai Lama, has to say on the subject: “One of the approaches that I personally find useful is to cultivate the thought: If the situation or problem is such that it can be remedied, then there is no need to worry about it. In other words, if there is a solution or a way out of the difficulty, you do not need to be overwhelmed by it. The appropriate action is to seek its solution. Then it is clearly more sensible to spend your energy focusing on the solution rather than worrying about the problem.”
One solution might be to pull these socks out of the drawer. I’m sure horses always make you feel better and these socks have a particularly loving portrait of a girl and her horse. I know I told my horse all my secrets when I was a little girl, and I still cry in a mane from time to time. But I laugh, too, and that’s what these socks made me do.
They’re available from blueq.com, which if you’re like me you read as blu “eq” (some habits die hard) and you can score a pair for $9.99. If these socks don’t capture your mood, there are lots of alternatives including “cute but psycho” which might remind you of some pony or fellow boarder you know.
A couple, who are dear friends of ours, are coming to the farm for brunch tomorrow. They’re both horse people. The wife is a fantastic cook (and a fantastic rider). They both eat eggs, so I asked how they feel about omelets on the menu. The wife said she had never learned to make a great omelet, so I’m going to teach her.
Which got me thinking about what it takes to make a great omelet…how it’s an art as much as a skill, and requires feel and timing and the right tools. It occurred to me that horse training is a lot like making an omelet.
The right ingredients. In order to make a good omelet and a good horse, you have to have the right ingredients. Let’s start with your eggs. Or in this case, your horse. Horses vary just like eggs (large, small, fresh, stale, etc). Evaluating your horse, like knowing your eggs, will help you move forward in your horse training (and omelet making).
There’s even more variation in horses, being sentient beings, than there are in eggs, so getting a sense of what it’s like working with different kinds of horses, with different temperaments, is well worth the time, even if you’d rather spend every waking moment with the horse that belongs to you.
Just in case you don’t recognize this, it’s a combo hoof pick and wine opener. I saw it advertised in the latest issue of Dressage Today.
This may be what everyone has always wanted, but I sure hope not, as that would make me feel even less enthusiastic about the taste of the general populace.
It’s not that I’m against practicality. Or for that matter, indulgence. Arguably, just having horses is an indulgence. It’s certainly not practical, as any horseman will be forced to admit. Yes, even you trainers.
I know I’m not the only one who doesn’t want to think about the crud in my horse’s hooves while I’m about to open a bottle of wine. In fact, I had friends over the other night who agree with me, so I’m sure there are at least three of us. I had to show this thing to him because he’s a wine distributer and a horse lover. His reaction tells me that this is not going to be his gift of choice for clients this year.
His wife, who is as charming and smart as he is, said it reminded her of those sandals that have a beer opener embedded in the sole. Did you know those existed as well? No? Well, sorry to pass along that knowledge, but you know what they say, misery loves company.
I’m sure either one of these misguided attempts at product development would make a decent gag gift but please, don’t get me one for Christmas. Or your friend. Or your trainer. I’m sure they’d prefer another pair of socks.
Time for another happy dance!
Beginning around 1920, the tradition of lavishly decorating vehicles, from rickshaws to garbage trucks, began in Pakistan. University of Karachi professor and artist Durriya Kazi believes that the tradition can be traced to Sufism. Decorating the trucks may be a way to obtain “religious merit,” as one would by embellishing a shrine or religiously significant site.
Decorating a vehicle pays tribute to it. In the process, the spiritual significance of the truck is transformed, and it will reward the owner or driver by not breaking down.
I’m assuming the same idea is at work with the decoration of the horse. As a lameness prevention technique, I can’t necessarily endorse it. But I have to say that I love the exuberance and spirit of this horse and the vehicle it adorns. I wonder if Ken Kesey’s “Further”…
was inspired by a Jingle Truck:
A lot of people (maybe you?) find my blog because they’re looking for answers.
Based on the 7,242 views of my post How to space your cavaletti, people are hungering for an answer to the question of how best to use those training aids (and I’m delighted to help).
And based on the meager 20 views of my post on fence testers, people either know all about them or don’t want to know about them and don’t care if their horses walk down the street (remember to check your fences).
The “stats” page for my blog, which I glance at when I have the time and inclination, also tells me the search engine terms that lead readers to my site. These search terms are usually what I expect (and often include the word “cavaletti”) but every once in a while, there’s a phrase — or a question — that’s totally unexpected.
Like this one:
why do horses poop in there stals in the winter
Of course, I could ask, why would my horse leave me a poop that looks just like a heart?
Anyone who has been wounded — physically, emotionally, spiritually — and has been lucky enough to be around a horse, knows that horses are healers.
I’ve been spending a lot of time at the VA (the Department of Veterans Affairs) recently with my YIHB (for those new to the blog, that’s Yankee-Irish Horsewhispering Boyfriend). He served in Vietnam and still bears the scars. I’m grateful that, at least so far, he hasn’t gotten one of the diseases that, finally, are considered presumptive for Agent Orange exposure, even though he spent time in a helicopter that sprayed it.
On one of our many recent visits to the VA, I picked up a copy of the After Action Report, produced by the Wounded Warrior Project. One of the stories inside is entitled “Riding My Way Back.”