Feeling a Little Slack, I guess.

Well, I bumped off my difficult horses from the first outfit. The wife of a fellow I met at the Stewards’ School in ’07 has two or three for me to gallop every day, and while they can be tough, they are better behaved and easier for me to handle.

One of my perrenial inadequacies as a rider is my overly sympathetic hands. I must carry some low self-esteem that, like a disease, translates into horses getting the upper hand with me. If I have control, I let go of it. I avoid taking a strong hold until it’s absolutely necessary (which is usually too late). I’m always too permissive as far as what I allow them to get away with, all the while thinking; “I should give them a little slack; they’re being good. I have to stop giving that slack, because it’s too hard to get the slack back! Hell, they can drop-kick me any time if they try whether they know it or not, so why must I offer them the chance to find out?

Though not as brutally cold as Monday and Tuesday, yesterday’s air carried the sting of moisture that is equally uncomfortable. Today is going to be wetter still, but at least warmer, like 30s and 40s. Almost a heat wave! I don’t feel as averse to going out there today as I did yesterday. I think I’ll shut my eyes for the next hour before I leave for work.

I realize this is boring to readers; I just keep devoting my first (and best) hours to replying to emails and other little diddling tasks, and I always tell myself I won’ but I do.
Maybe I’m just a slack-cutter. I cut me slack; I cut them slack.