We rode horses!
I want horses!
Someone get me horses?
(And that nice horsey lifestyle too, k?)
(Wait. By “horsey lifestyle” I mean the lifestyle of rich people who own horses and board them and know how to post without looking like a sock in a tumble dryer, I do not mean the life of a horse, which seems difficult and largely unrewarding.)
“Hi. I wish that Alex had taken a photo of me where my nose wasn’t over-exposed. Also, I wish that the lightbulbs above my head didn’t look like GIANT FLY EYES. Also, I wish people wouldn’t climb on my back and ride me around like I’m some kind of carnival attraction. Also, I wish I was a cat.”
Waaaaaaaay back in August, as Trevor prepared to leave and embark on a new life as a Portlandian and married man, Sister, Brother T and I went horseback riding. We have all been on horses before, but we thought it would be nice to get some actual instruction. I don’t have a lot to say about it (I know, right?) but I thought it would be nice to commemorate our riding lesson with a blog post. Also: SUMMER. I miss those days. Where did they go? They were just here. Now it is like…autumn…and I’m not okay with that.
THE PASSAGE OF TIME. SOBBING EMOJI FACE.
(That seems to come up a lot.)
In the video below, you will see Trevor practically galloping through the paddock. He learned how to jump, and you will see the horse successfully complete the course as Trevor flies over the obstacles. I did not get that far in my lesson. Go Trevor!
Okay, so by now you know that I lied about the video.
Do I know what I’m doing? No. But do I look like I know what I’m doing? Kinda.
In addition to the useful lessons we learned about riding horses, we also learned some other lessons:
- This particular rescue dog pictured in the small picture is kinda mean and tried to bite me
- Horses attract a lot of flies
- There are then a lot of flies around your head
- If you are a woman in your mid-seventies and you own some horses and you are driving by to drop them off at this particular horse barn and then you stick around to chat with whoever is there, you should have a bra on. That’s all. It’s not that hard. Just put a bra on. Just do it. Put a bra on.
- It is hard to find a helmet big enough to fit on any of our heads. THANKS GENETICS.
Look at that stud. (Heh heh.)
Please help. The giant fly is going to get me. Don’t leave. Wait. Don’t go.