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November 24, 2010

Disaster Narrowly Averted In The Last Michael Barisone Clinic Of The Year

You know that feeling you get when you know something's about to go wrong? It's just a little tickle, a little gnawing in the back of your brain. And I started feeling it Friday morning. All my horses were good, all my lessons productive.

Then it started.

November 19, 2010

Down Time, Like It Or Not

It's been a long and busy show season, and I planned a little vacation for myself—in between visits from saddle fitter Colleen and clinic with Michael Barisone, of course; no real rest for the wicked. So it should go without saying that after five wonderful days in San Francisco, I returned home to a full work schedule... and was immediately thwarted by the stomach flu.


October 29, 2010

BLMs, Day 5 And Withdrawal

After all the thrills of the previous two days, our BLM experience came to an anti-climactic close. We didn't enter Fender, Ella or Indy in anything, figuring (correctly) that they (and Nicole and I) would be pretty pooped by Sunday, and inevitably they would have had 4:52 p.m. ride times which we would have felt guilty not hanging around for. Tres was INFINITELY better in the fourth level championship, and Midge was perfectly pleasant and rideable, but both were totally out of gas. Tres finished just out of the ribbons, and Midge placed fourth on a 65 percent.

October 25, 2010


Holy smokes! It’s way past my bedtime—the PSG Awards were scheduled for almost 10 p.m.—but a quick update, because: Could it GET any better?!

Fender won his first foray into first level, test 1. Don’t get too excited—with a whopper 72 percent! He was just lovely in the test with some really stunning moments, but that’s all particularly entertaining because he was such a little prick in the warm-up, you don’t even KNOW. Mortifying. Careening around like a 2-year-old, cross-cantering, jumping around. Really!

October 23, 2010

Wahoo! BLMs, Day 3

What a day, what a day, what a day!

The whole day was great for my gang, but I have to start with the end—after yesterday's total debacle, I rode Ella in her I2 Championship in the snaffle. It was a GREAT decision, not only because she was SO happy and confident in the bridle, but also because she went VERY well, and took the class by 7 percent! Huzzah!

October 21, 2010

The Grand Finale: BLMs, Day 1 And 2

And for our last trick, the BLM Championships! With two students! And seven horses! For five days!

(Heaven help us.)

Five of those horses call Sprieser Sporthorse home, and as my biggest trailer has a capacity of four, we had to caravan. Nicole drove my two-horse, pulled by my dad's shiny new used truck (thanks, Dad!), and I took our big rig, a four-horse. And even with all that room, packing still felt like Tetris. As it was, we had to order most of our bedding at the show.

October 18, 2010

Fall Weekends

A few months ago I was supposed to judge a schooling show at the Quantico Marine Base, which was sadly monsooned out. But organizer Anna rescheduled for this Saturday, and she couldn't have picked a better weather day even if she'd called California Psychics. 60 degrees and GORGEOUS, not a cloud in the sky. Karmic redistribution, anyone?

October 12, 2010

A Last Scott Lesson Before the BLMs

When it rains, it pours! And that's not always a bad thing—I've had more opportunities for lessons in the last month than I've had in the previous six months!

October 11, 2010


“A little change'll do you good,” Sheryl Crow says. I agree. With all the usual madness around my place, I haven't had a moment to sit back and reflect, but since I'm looking at a full calendar week where I get to spend every night in my own bed, without any real chaos—something that hasn't happened since mid-September, I think?—I'm taking the luxury of a few minutes to be contemplative.

October 6, 2010

A Little Advice From My Friends

Most of my riding instruction from about age 16 on has been on upper level horses, whether made by myself or by someone else. If I were to add up all the lessons I’ve had on horses over third level and compared them to all the lessons on lower level horses, I’m sure the uppers would win. Billy, Struppie and Cleo all came to me as Prix St. Georges horses. My first real dressage horse, Nicholas, was a cantankerous Trakehner that could do a bad PSG if you begged for it. And while Ella and Midge and Fender all entered my life as kiddos, I’ve had far less help with them than with the others.

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