Chatterbox: Down to Earth

Cheers! After not riding a horse since last December, I'm back in the saddle again, and my teacher says it's like I never stopped, I remember it all so well. The horse is his same fat, lazy, what-is-this-move-of-which-you-speak, gimme-my-treat-now, blowing-like-a-marathon-runner-when-the-pesky-beast-hasn't-been-more-than-flatwalking, loveable self. He is not a beginner's horse - you have to remind him the meaning of move every five seconds - but I began on him cause he's the only rideable horse Mrs. C. has, and I love the stinky beast. Cheers again! And now I'm really tired and my rear hurts and I need to go to bed, as you can probably tell from the ramblyness. Random fact: marathons were named after a Greek runner who relayed the news of a Greek victory at the Battle of Marathon twenty-six miles to the command post, delivered the message, and promptly died. :D Luverly cheerful thought, that.

-EH