Allie used to say to me that it was sort of weird when people began treating her as an authority on things. “I’m just a monkey with a keyboard!” she’d say.
I’m starting to “get” that a little more. I try, and I do my best, but really? I’m a huge spaz. With a keyboard. The last several weeks has gone by in a blur. I’ve been checking paypal, trying to keep my emails organized, and trying to remember all the followups from the great auction of 2010. My spreadsheet is color coded but too big to see everything on one screen – even the big one I have here. Some contact info for sellers and buyers is garbled so there’s lots of mad scrambling to get all our information updated.
Somehow, in all of this, I was called “organized,” and my immediate response (in my head) was, “what? I’m just a monkey with a keyboard!” I guess things have come full circle? Ha!
In between all my chaos, life goes on and things are rockin’ and rollin’ at CANTER. Horses in NC are finding buyers pretty well, and so more from MD are going to be making the journey south later this week.
In Damascus, Mikey has been coming along really well with his training. Our volunteer Laura is also coming along really well, which may seem like a funny thing to say, but sometimes it’s as interesting to watch the evolution of the rider as it is to watch the improvement in a horse. She’s been getting regular lessons with our dressage trainer Stef, and has been working exclusively with Mikey for the last several months.
Mikey has learned so much – and he tries his big old heart out all the time. Unfortunately, we are facing the same sort of thing we faced with Kat. He’s a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful horse, but he’s that sort of in-between horse. He’s not quite sound enough to to be considered a show horse or do heavy training. He’s not quite quiet enough to be a beginner or bump-along sort of horse. He’s a comfortable, fun, sports-car of a ride, but the type of rider to appreciate and feel confident riding him is also likely to be looking for a younger, sounder beast.
At the same time, we have a bunch of horses over on Camp Happy Hill who are ready to start work, and will ultimately be much easier to place. So it looks like, for the time being, Moo will be headed back for a break on the hill, while we get one of those guys into boot camp. In my heart I know this makes sense. I know if Mikey could understand it, he’d probably agree – but there’s just something about seeing his face every morning when I go down the driveway to go to work – he’s the horse that everyone should have in their backyard. I walked out there this morning even though I was running late, just to give him a big hug and scratch his face. And I’m stopping there because I find myself feeling surprisingly sad.
On the flip side, the horse coming in will be Mr. Bolt, which has me a bit excited – I do really like this horse! He seems like a nice, honest, good natured sort of guy, and he just LOVES everybody! I can see this guy doing really well with a horse crazy girl to fuss over him!
In other news, had a track visit this weekend. It was pretty standard, except for the first time ever since I have been doing track visits, we got thrown out of a barn. The contrast was pretty crazy – we went into one barn, and both the trainers there were perfectly pleasant. One had just come down from Suffolk and knows the folks who do CANTER New England pretty well. He was nothing but sunshine and roses and was very happy to see us active and doing our thing at Charles Town. So it was with a nice warm fuzzy feeling we went into the next barn, where a worker directed us to the trainer who was in one of the stalls.
After introducing myself, the gentleman informed us he didn’t think much of our organization, and to get out of his barn. Didn’t even say please! It was one of those moments I was laughing about for hours after the fact – I’ve just never encountered it before. We’ve had trainers who don’t want to participate, sure, but most everyone at Charles Town will stop and say hi, and even those who don’t list horses are always polite about it. In the years I’ve been going there, I’ve been treated to Chili and cornbread, teased mercilessly, given coffee and cocoa on cold days, and gotten several marriage proposals. People will stop and chat about all sorts of things, and it’s gotten so that I feel like people actually like us – we’re not just a service but our volunteers are becoming an expected and welcomed part of the scenery. We have trainers on our facebook pages, and who treat our volunteers like friends outside the track. I generally feel so welcomed there that this experience was like something out of the Twilight Zone. Oh well, can’t win them all!
We saw some very nice horses at the track this weekend – one nice 17 hh grey (we took one picture with me in it – man I need a diet – just to prove he really is above my head! heh). He has the most amazing eyes I’ve ever seen on a horse. I was sort of fascinated, unfortunately it didn’t come through well in pictures.
Stay tuned – he will be popping onto our Charles Town listings sometime in the next 24 hours 🙂 Along with an absolutely heart-stoppingly gorgeous chestnut filly, another sweet grey, and a macho chestnut gelding who thinks he’s Man O War 🙂
Lastly… after hearing so much about it, I stopped at Borders and picked up “Lord of Misrule” Saturday. I’m done already. It’s not a book for everyone, but there’s something intensely real about the feel of the book – it’s not just that the author has the language right, and the characters right – the pacing of the book just FEELS like the racetrack. It’s not a really traditional novel, or linear storytelling. There’s no explanations for readers who might not know what people are talking about in the book – but reading it I swear I could smell the backside in my nostrils and see the characters. It’s worth picking up, though like I said not for everyone 🙂