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dancinghorseFor two days my DVR receiver has been flat hosed--clicking off every five minutes, losing signal, then getting it back. A new one is on the way.
So this evening the recording function (which still works) clicked on Smallville...and hasn't malfunctioned since.
I guess it just took a show with superpowers. It was Gilmore Girls that hosed it in the first place. (Jumping the shark is hell on the technology.)
My DVR receiver is a critic. Who knew?
Lessons today. Pook has progressed enough that Teacher decided to torture me instead. She got really mean. She made me ride without reins. Feel the spine, apply the seat, make sure trunk has sufficient PSI either up/down or on one side. Connect with horse. NO HANDS!
I got blown off a lot. There was gravitational attraction toward Teacher. But slowly we started connecting, and coordinating on which direction he was going in. The interesting part is that I've worked so hard on my less adept right turns that I couldn't do left turns at all. But we got there eventually. With only one meltdown on my part--I pushed too hard and he went boingity by way of telling me to Stop That. I did. He did. And we went on.
Pooka's walk got huge and free as I worked on all of this: clear indication that I've been overusing the hands and blocking him with my seat. Which is why we do this exercise to begin with.
The nice part is, I was riding Camilla last night and thinking I need something more, and this is it.
Also nice: Pook came out to be saddled with a major 'tude on. Behaved perfectly throughout his lesson (bear in mind, I had no easy way to steer--it had to be correct aids and consensus). Put his 'tude back on afterwards. He clearly understands what Work is about.
We are pleased.
So this evening the recording function (which still works) clicked on Smallville...and hasn't malfunctioned since.
I guess it just took a show with superpowers. It was Gilmore Girls that hosed it in the first place. (Jumping the shark is hell on the technology.)
My DVR receiver is a critic. Who knew?
Lessons today. Pook has progressed enough that Teacher decided to torture me instead. She got really mean. She made me ride without reins. Feel the spine, apply the seat, make sure trunk has sufficient PSI either up/down or on one side. Connect with horse. NO HANDS!
I got blown off a lot. There was gravitational attraction toward Teacher. But slowly we started connecting, and coordinating on which direction he was going in. The interesting part is that I've worked so hard on my less adept right turns that I couldn't do left turns at all. But we got there eventually. With only one meltdown on my part--I pushed too hard and he went boingity by way of telling me to Stop That. I did. He did. And we went on.
Pooka's walk got huge and free as I worked on all of this: clear indication that I've been overusing the hands and blocking him with my seat. Which is why we do this exercise to begin with.
The nice part is, I was riding Camilla last night and thinking I need something more, and this is it.
Also nice: Pook came out to be saddled with a major 'tude on. Behaved perfectly throughout his lesson (bear in mind, I had no easy way to steer--it had to be correct aids and consensus). Put his 'tude back on afterwards. He clearly understands what Work is about.
We are pleased.
