horseback riding

I’m not sure if this exactly counts as fitness, but this afternoon I went horseback riding. I was invited to go with one of my cousins, her husband, and her two daughters, and I had a blast. I was on a chestnut mare named Ambrosia. When we were first “introduced”, she seemed to be the horse with the most personality (IMHO!). When I started rubbing her nose, she would stomp her hooves and such- just a lot of spunk. Of course all the horses they had were VERY tame- no surprises there, since I know they wouldn’t put a bunch of “newbies” on horses that weren’t tame.

(Of course, I have to brag on myself a little bit- I was probably one of the only people there who had experience riding horses. When I was younger I took horseback riding lessons, and while I’m certainly no pro, I am pleased to report that I can still get around in a saddle pretty well!)

Anyway, “my” horse and I got along just fine. In fact, we got along so well that, several times, I was able to take out my camera and take a few photos along the way. I was planning to upload those tonight but it’s now nearly midnight and I’m too wiped out, so that will have to wait.

This morning (prior to the horseback riding) I had a chance to make some jewelry in their “craft shack”. It’s glass fusion, and the results should be interesting. I’ll pick up the completed pieces tomorrow.

The family reunion part is going along okay, I guess. I have to admit, since I don’t go to extreme measures to hide my identity anymore, I have to be careful what I say about people. In all seriousness, I rarely have anything negative to say about anyone, and really that includes my family. It’s just frustrating because… well, let me put it this way. Prior to this reunion I had a somewhat preconceived idea of who I would be seeing. Not counting my grandpa and my grandma Ruth, I haven’t seen most of these people since my grandma’s funeral in 2005. A lot can happen in six years- new jobs, new homes, new babies. My idea of who I would be seeing was based on what I’d known about them before and what I’ve heard about them through the family grapevine.

I guess… all that is to say, most of these people had earned a certain amount of respect from me prior to this reunion. I’m happy to say that the majority of my aunts, uncles, cousins, second-cousins, cousins-in-law, and so forth have risen to the occasion and proven themselves worthy of my respect, and then some. But it is very sad, frustrating, and disappointing that some of them have… well, let’s just I don’t respect them like I used to anymore. That’s a bitter pill for me to swallow.