Monday, August 22, 2005
How soon is now?
Less than a week to go to the wedding now. It's strange, as it's got closer my mind has stopped looking forward to it, I've started almost dreading it.
Friday, August 19, 2005
A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse...
I've been thinking about horses, and why someone like me is a complete obsessional. There was an interesting opinion piece in the Times today discussing late starting riders of which I was one.
It wasn't my choice I started riding late in life, ever since I was 6 I'd coveted ponies, devoured the Pullein-Thomson pony books and generally just loved looking at horses. However, we couldn't afford a horse, or even lessons when I was younger, so it had to wait until I had money of my own. So at age 31 I got on my first horse, and loved it. In real life I'm a very controlling person, who has to try and map thing out and has great difficulty in letting myself go. But perversely, horse riding is not based on my skill to control things, as you are trying to work in co-operation with an animal, who may just decide that today is the day where you're going over the fence. I had one terrible lesson where I fell off twice, nothing injured seriously except for pride and whiplash in my neck - but I still went back the next week.
I'll never be a great rider, if I'm lucky I'll be able to take basic riding skills and apply them on well behaved horses out of the schooling environment.
The final paragraph of the article could sum me up:-
"If you are accustomed to directing your daily life by pure force of will, the discovery, in the person of some commonplace old riding-school hack, of something entirely beyond that force feels very like enchantment: baffling, frustrating and sometimes painful, but enchanting nevertheless. What is more, horses are like measles. If you catch them as an adult, the infection often turns out to have lifelong consequences."
Tuesday is my last riding lesson before the wedding - let's hope who-ever I'm assigned at the school doesn't decide that today is the day for a Melly/Ground interface.
It wasn't my choice I started riding late in life, ever since I was 6 I'd coveted ponies, devoured the Pullein-Thomson pony books and generally just loved looking at horses. However, we couldn't afford a horse, or even lessons when I was younger, so it had to wait until I had money of my own. So at age 31 I got on my first horse, and loved it. In real life I'm a very controlling person, who has to try and map thing out and has great difficulty in letting myself go. But perversely, horse riding is not based on my skill to control things, as you are trying to work in co-operation with an animal, who may just decide that today is the day where you're going over the fence. I had one terrible lesson where I fell off twice, nothing injured seriously except for pride and whiplash in my neck - but I still went back the next week.
I'll never be a great rider, if I'm lucky I'll be able to take basic riding skills and apply them on well behaved horses out of the schooling environment.
The final paragraph of the article could sum me up:-
"If you are accustomed to directing your daily life by pure force of will, the discovery, in the person of some commonplace old riding-school hack, of something entirely beyond that force feels very like enchantment: baffling, frustrating and sometimes painful, but enchanting nevertheless. What is more, horses are like measles. If you catch them as an adult, the infection often turns out to have lifelong consequences."
Tuesday is my last riding lesson before the wedding - let's hope who-ever I'm assigned at the school doesn't decide that today is the day for a Melly/Ground interface.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
First Dance Trauma
How do you choose your first dance at the wedding?
Is it a song that holds resonance for you? If so then the DJ better be ready to play some trance and expect to see us picking it up some.
Is it a conventional song that the grannies will love?
We'll look ridiculous anyway, we tried slow dancing at a friend's wedding and our height difference really was highlighted, where Mark is a clear 15 inches taller than me.
Hmmm. I'm off to iTunes to listen to lots of songs.
Is it a song that holds resonance for you? If so then the DJ better be ready to play some trance and expect to see us picking it up some.
Is it a conventional song that the grannies will love?
We'll look ridiculous anyway, we tried slow dancing at a friend's wedding and our height difference really was highlighted, where Mark is a clear 15 inches taller than me.
Hmmm. I'm off to iTunes to listen to lots of songs.
Madonna takes a fall..
The dangers of horseriding.
Horses are by turns beautiful, friendly, intelligent, aggressive, awkward and plain dumb as rocks. There does seem to be a perception that horseriding is for girls, but really you've got to remember that riding a horse consists of dominating something that weighs approximately 500kg and persuading it that you know what you're doing.
Horses are by turns beautiful, friendly, intelligent, aggressive, awkward and plain dumb as rocks. There does seem to be a perception that horseriding is for girls, but really you've got to remember that riding a horse consists of dominating something that weighs approximately 500kg and persuading it that you know what you're doing.
Stress!
10 days and counting!
I've found it very strange the way time has accelerated towards the wedding day.
I've been variously calm, hyper stressed with nightmares and teethgrinding, and just plain dizzy. Now I'm watching the weather forecast with terror (currently showers!).
It's now all at the stage where basically if it isn't organized by now it aint gonna happen.
I've found it very strange the way time has accelerated towards the wedding day.
I've been variously calm, hyper stressed with nightmares and teethgrinding, and just plain dizzy. Now I'm watching the weather forecast with terror (currently showers!).
It's now all at the stage where basically if it isn't organized by now it aint gonna happen.
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