maybe about how I've been out at the barn the last two nights, doing some groundwork with Cookie, trying to get her used to listening and working again before I actually go for a dedicated ride. last night she was already better than the night before -- less explosive, less spooky -- and I decided just to tie her lead rope to her halter and ride her around bareback a little. when I do this she seems to realize she has to be careful; she listens better, in a way, than when she's fully saddled and bridled. I like to think she's watching after me. she has a funny & endearing habit of nickering at me when I'm mounting and dismounting, or when I'm standing close to her side, as if I were her foal.
maybe I'll tell you about how I've been amusing myself with photos of her ancestors.
or how I've had a headache every day since Sunday. it's very discouraging and borders on alarming. today I headed to the pharmacy to pick up some nasal Imitrex, hoping that maybe it's a rebound headache gone wrong and can be fixed with real, dedicated migraine medicine. I can't leave my head to fend for itself or it will turn from a headache to a full body problem, including nausea. I'm hydrated and well-rested. give it up, skull.
or how for the second time since softball season started, a relative stranger has commented on my speed. twice in tonight's game I got safely to first when by all rights the ball should have beaten me there. as I ran back from the field to the bench to grab my glove, a girl on the opposite team beckoned to me. "hey!" she called. when I got closer she said, "you're amazing! you run like a gazelle!"
I came back to the bench. "they keep calling me four-legged animals," I said to my team. "but I wish somebody would say, 'you run like a freight train." like, unstoppable.