getting back on the horse
Chisholm Challenge 2015: Equitation
Dunny was having a bad day on the first day of Chisholm Challenge, as were a number of other horses for some reason. The good folks at Born 2 Be decided it wouldn’t be safe for Sam or any of the other riders to ride Dunny that day. So, at the last minute, they saddled up another horse that Sam had not rode for years.
We were all proud of them for that catch ride, doing their best under pressure, even when they cantered right by the judge. Twice. See for yourself.
Overheard in the Wolfe House #288
Sam: I try to give nonverbal commands to dogs … and horses.
Peggy: Oh, yeah?
Sam: But Tracy says horses understand words.
Peggy: You think so?
Sam: Some words.
Peggy: Which ones?
Sam: Well … “walk” and “whoa.”
Chisholm Challenge 2015: Working Trail (the buckle-winner)
Chisholm Challenge 2015: Showmanship
Overheard in the Wolfe House #286
Overheard in the Wolfe House #281
Peggy (puzzled, and motioning to the car door): It’s open.
Sam (still standing motionless, holding a fistful of horse show ribbons): I know. I have some euphoria.
Overheard in the Wolfe House #279
Peggy: How was your day today?
Sam: Eye appointment was good.
Peggy: Wonderful. So how was horseback riding today?
Sam (pauses): The eye appointment was better.
Growing while shrinking
I’m glad we decided to etch the kids’ heights in the side of an old bookshelf from Pier I instead of on the pantry wall or some other doorway in the house.
When we built our little house on the Texas prairie nearly 20 years ago, this was supposed to be the last home we’d ever own. We cleared the land and planted 10 acres of pecans. We planted fruit trees and asparagus and berry beds. We started capturing the rainwater and saving it for irrigation on dry August days.
We planned the farm as a backup plan for Sam in adulthood. We were inspired in part by a kibbutz-like farm in Ohio that was a group home for adults with autism. If Sam had nothing else, he’d have the farm. We gave a lot of thought to how we would manage it as we aged, too.
When Mark died, I didn’t see the need to change the plans. The kids were still like fledglings then. Sam didn’t even have his driver’s license. Soon enough, I saw that all the plans Mark and I made only got us to the launching pad. The kids dreams are their own dreams.
In the end, they don’t care if the house they grew up in is the house I stay in. So, I’m not going to.
I’m not quite sure what comes next, but it starts with packing, and donating, and finding better homes for things, and throwing things away.
That wobbly old pine wood bookcase from Pier 1 has really yellowed, but I’m going to keep it. It’ll have a place of honor in my next kitchen, holding all the cookbooks, wherever that may be.
Seeing a man about a horse
Showmanship has been a tougher category for Sam to compete in over the years. He came by way of it much later than by riding. He was introduced to some of the concepts through 4-H, but still, some of the things a person must do hinge not only on the horse, but also on the judge.
Sam still did well this year, as you can see below. He took bronze.
Trouble at the Gate
This trail ride was a thing of beauty. It was terrific to see Sam’s determination at the end, but “closing the gate” was not to be. Sam and Trevor did not medal in this event, either.
I always kind of wonder whether a real gate would be easier.