Lesson #98 began with Karin asking me, “Should you put your own saddle on today?”
With the proficiency of an Official Rosetta Stone graduate, I quickly translated this bit of Karinese into “You are putting your own saddle on today.”
Half of language comprehension comes from context and I provided plenty of context with my last post, which Karin had apparently read.
Well, of course, I knew I’d be my own today. I had already cased the joint and there was no one around except for Liz, who was busy with the horse camp kids.
So no Pete.
And no Kim (S version).
And no Kathy.
And no Charity.
Cruel Karin had hidden all the help.
The saddle was a piece of cake. Except that I didn’t leave enough space between the pad and Dromie’s withers. I had to re-do the whole thing. Cruel Karin.
Then Karin handed me the bridle and walked away…
It was in two pieces! And I had to figure out how the pieces went together! This was terrible! Cruel, cruel Karin.
Gerry kindly (I think) offered to take pictures of me with the “two bits.” In this particular case, the context of the situation actually added to the confusion. “She gave me two bits?” I looked at the jumble of leather and buckles in my hands and shook my head at the treachery. Then I remembered that “bits” is British talk for “pieces.” I treated it like a puzzle. Through a process of trail & error, deductive reasoning and casual mumble-cursing , I managed to figure out how the “two bits” (editorial note: this is also slang for a quarter of an American dollar) went together.
When one of the horse camp kids saw that I was going to ride Dromie, she chirped, “You’re going to need a crop if you want her to move!”
I felt like W.C. Fields (“Go away kid, ya bother me…”). I was already on tack overload as it was and I didn’t want to mess around with yet another piece of equipment. Even an honest bit of equipment like a crop. In this context, it would be like the straw that broke the camel’s back. Although, I doubt that actually ever happened.
After a little bit of work in the arena, Karin sent us out for a short trail ride. She handed me a crop as we left the arena. I just accepted it. It was easier than trying to explain everything. We ventured into the Kiddie Trail area. Gerry referred to this as the “Buffet Trail,” due to Habakuk snatching bits of vegetation along the way. We crossed the Bridge of Terror… Surmounted all obstacles along the way… And made our way over to patrol Legacy Stables’ Enchanted Forrest… We came under assault by trees. I was glad I had my crop. And after a bit, we disappeared deep into the context of the forrest.