Apr. 10th, 2017

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As Mondays go, this hasn't been terrible so far. Knock silicon and all that. The past two Mondays have been accompanied by feelings of Everything Is Awful and There Is No Hope. Today is more like, OK, work to do, work to do. Work is being done. Stuff is getting dealt with. I am, for values of Mondayness, Mighty.

Probably there is an asteroid waiting to drop on me.

This week is the calm before a storm of guests and Horse Camp for Writers. Hence the work work work. Must clear desk before the deluge. I am trying to keep up with the horsework as well as the rest, having somewhat blown off everybody but Pooka last week because of weather and work. Last night I worked Ephiny a bit before dark, and was reminded that for all her extreme degree of difficulty and her firm refusal to accept anything from me unless it is Perfect, she's become, to a degree, the Home Horse.

Not that Pooka is not the Main Riding Squeeze. At all. He remains my favorite riding horse in the world. But Ephiny has quietly taken over Capria's job of being Home. She demands that I be balanced inside and out, quiet and patient and calm. Always. Which means that when the Testosterone Bomb is locked and loaded, I pretend he's Ephiny, and the adventure becomes much less adventurous.

To think I had her on the sales list for years. No wonder she kept trying to kill me. I DID NOT GET THE POINT EPONADAMMIT.

Now I sort of mostly do. She is a My Horse and a Heart Horse and the fact she is also a Force of Nature is totally part of the deal. She will still hurt me if I get on her last nerve (and she has a whole row of those), but that happens seldom now. Her job is to be the horse I need most, and that apparently is a Whole Lotta Horse who needs a Whole Lotta Zen.


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