and then Rol got wonky (as in not lame exactly but something not quite right) and I quit riding at all. I figured I might have lost my ride entirely.
And then I surprised myself most of all by buying a horse. And perhaps the most interesting thing is who believes in me and who just cannot see it. At all. Walk on. It is my life to live.
And now it seems perhaps I will get to ride Rol and work with my new horse and that is just alright with me.
Although I did consider changing the name of this blog to something to do with my great uncle Noad, who did believe in me, who said of me, "That girl; put her on your worst horse and she'll still out ride you."
I'm doing fine.