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[dancinghorse]

I put the week somewhere, but now I can't remember what I did with it. Mostly it had a lot of horses and writing in it. Second-draft Attack Project is now done as far as the first draft goes, so it can sit for a while and wait for more first draft.

The monsoon continues to tease. Weathercritters say it's not happening, but we had spiked humidity (with teeth) and lots of the right kind of clouds all day today, and when I went out to feed horses in the evening, a few drops of rain spattered on me. A cloud was melting right over my head.

Lessons were cancelled yesterday, so no neep this week. Joni has a sore throat, poor thing. I ended up not riding at all--local mystery writer Margaret Falk came over to visit the ponies, and after much schmoozling and worship and excellent conversation, we went to the Eclectic in Tucson for lunch. It was nearly horse-dinner time when I got back.

This morning janni and her housemate came over to visit ponies. Janni rode Capria. Her Ladyship was in a Mood today--in fact they all were; must have felt the storm boundary hanging right over us--so it was an interesting ride, but it seems to have come out well in the end. More excellent conversation ensued, and Camilla got walkies in which she learned that not-kick-the-human applies to the set of all humans, not just the one that consists of Mom. Janni got to see the War Mare in action, including the way she will expand to fill the available space--and away from the herd, that's a Lot of space.

Some of the excellent conversation was about how horses are spatial geniuses and relate to the world in terms of manipulating the space around them. As they move, they map out each new manifestation of space, and they seem to perceive movement as shapes in that constantly expanding, mutating space. Camilla is an extreme example of this--she has to stop and re-map every few feet, totally absorb it, record every detail, then take it over. Part of my job as a trainer is to teach her to find security in a manufactured emotional space--basically a box containing the two of us, with me as guard against the forces of chaos outside.

Let's just say she lives in a very big box.

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[house-draven.livejournal.com]

We've had rainstorms four of the last six days, including a nice short storm today that refreshed the air nicely. Funny how the weather can be so different so few miles away, isn't it?

[dancinghorse.livejournal.com]

Microclimates. Ya gotta love 'em. I saw the rain over your way--wondered if you were getting it.