A Walk to Remember

It was hot. I was laying on the wooden platform relaxing in the shade. I had finished teaching my arena classes for the day and was enjoying my break. Closing my eyes, resting my head on my arms that were folded behind my head, I enjoyed the sound of the horses milling around the paddock behind me. They seemed to be thrilled that the lessons were done for the day too. I found myself pondering how they put up with novices on their backs on a daily basis, when I heard my name being called.

I sat up, waking from my daydream, trying to register where it was coming from.

“Can you give me a hand up here for a sec?” she said, calling my name again.

It was Ashley. I had forgotten that she was working with him in the upper arena. I sighed, and got up to go see what her problem was.

As part of our duties, aside from instructing arena classes we were assigned horses to train with the goal of them becoming lesson horses. I already had my assignment, a bay quarter horse filly named Debut whom I was saddle-breaking. She was located at the stable on the other side of the camp that worked with the teenage campers. I would get up at 4:30 religiously every morning and make the fifteen-minute trek through the woods to work with her prior to breakfast and the start of classes.

Ashley had been assigned Deezer, a flea-bitten Arab who had a reputation for being quite the handful. I didn’t have much first hand experience with him, but I knew that he was brought down to our barn, partially for his disposition, and partially because no one knew exactly what to do with him. He was known for lashing out and biting or kicking horses as they passed by. I suspected the fact that they waited until he was seven years old to geld him had something to do with it. The camp had owned him for three years and obviously not much progress had been made in the way of him becoming a lesson horse.

When I finally arrived at the upper arena, I found Ashley with whip in hand looking frustrated, trying to lounge Deezer in the arena. Trying was the operative word here, as she was getting so far as him making a few strides until he decided he just didn’t want to do it anymore and would pivot around on the line, stop, and throw a challenging stare at her.

“Having fun there, Ashley?” I asked her smiling, leaning on the arena railing.

She contorted her face into a scowl.

“Loads. He doesn’t want to move out for me on the line. I don’t know how to get him moving and keep him moving.”

“Ah,” I replied.

I didn’t understand why they had assigned Deezer to her. Blonde, thin, and admittedly gorgeous, Ashley had more experience being a model as opposed to training horses. She was fighting a losing battle with this one, and I knew it.

“Want me to have a go with him?” I asked her.

“Please.” she replied in an exasperated voice.

I proceeded to throw one booted leg over the arena railing, and then the other, landing solidly in the arena enclosure with a soft thud. I had yet to change from earlier, so I was still in my breeches and tall boots.

I calmly walked towards the pair, removing my black leather riding gloves from the back pocket of my breeches and slipping them onto my hands. I reached out for the whip and line, taking them from Ashley.

“Ashley, you might want to step out of the arena for this, I think things are going to be a bit interesting and it would be best that you were out of the way.” I said to her over my shoulder, gripping the flat cotton line to Deezer’s bit in my left hand, and calmly holding the long black whip in my right hand behind my body.

“Kay.”

From my peripheral vision, I could see that Ashley had moved towards the rail of the arena with the clear objective of hopping over it.

I then directed all of my attention to the horse at the other end of the dusty line. He was looking at me warily, daring me to try something.

“Ok boy,” I said to him as I stepped back, adjusting the slack on the lounge line and moving my body behind the line of his shoulder. “Let’s see what you know how to do.”

“Wa-alk!”

As exaggerated the word into two syllables I raised the whip in my right hand, moving it slowly from behind my body towards the stubborn creature.

He sighed and began to slowly walk about me, dragging his hooves. After a few strides I could see him begin to try to stop.

“Oh, no you don’t. Wa-alk!” I said again as I moved the whip towards him.

He picked up his pace. Matter of fact he picked up his pace considerably. In the blink of an eye I had a horse galloping and beginning to drag me across the arena on the line.

“Woah!” I said, simultaneously digging my heels into the ground and tugging on the line connected to the bit to get his attention. I was suddenly extremely glad I had my gloves on. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my day, let alone the week, with them raw due to having a tug-o-war with a horse.

He dug his hooves into the ground, skidding to a stop and pivoting on his haunches to stare me down. I stared back. Both sets of brown eyes were burning at each with the same stubborn defiance. He snorted and then charged at me on the line.

I jumped to the side as a thousand pounds of grey blurred past me, still stubbornly holding onto him. I then raised my whip, adjusting my position quickly to where I was again behind his shoulder.

“Oh no you don’t,” I said, gritting my teeth and flicking the whip with my wrist, “Move out!”

Of course he moved out, doing so with gusto. This time, in addition to bolting on the line, he’d mix it up occasionally with a couple impressive rears and several bucks that would put a rodeo bronc to shame.

My left arm was feeling like it was being ripped out of its socket.

“Deezer,” I said patiently, tugging the line to get his attention as gently as I could manage, “cut it out. I am going to win this one.”

“Wa-alk!”

I moved behind his shoulder again, flicking the whip. He moved in a circle around me, ears flicking towards my voice, eyes looking wild and furious. His body moved to pivot towards me, but I was ready, flicking the whip behind him.

“Nu-uh. I don’t think so mister. Wa-alk!”

He snorted, walking in a resigned circle about me. I could tell he was pissed that I wasn’t letting him get his way for once.

“Cut my life into pieces, this is my last resort…”

The next song on my iTunes playlist jolted me back into the present. Thanks Papa Roach. Really. I thought dryly.

I was tempted to go back to play “Jessica’s Theme (Breaking in the Colt)” again, just to be able to return to the past and relive that pleasant time in my life. So much I had missed, so much I had forgotten. So much yet to tell. However, the paper on the economics in Pakistan that I was supposed to have been composing all this time was glaring at me on the screen of my MacBook Pro, demanding my full attention. I sighed, returning to it, but not without promising myself that I would return to the past when I had a little more time on my hands to allow the daydream.

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The aforementioned was written in response to the Blog Ninjas’ Mystery Topic Challenge question “What song transports you through space and time, and where do you go?”

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I just used an entire can of carpet cleaner on three stains. Does this mean:

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New Year's Rez

I love my work schedule. Well I love it aside from the weekends I work and mandatory meetings. They are scheduled with everyone but people on my schedule in mind. Needless to say, I wasn’t thrilled about waking up early to go to a meeting about my benefits at work today. However, being the exemplar employee that I am, I woke up and arrived there with a few minutes to spare.

Upon arrival to the conference room, I noticed that the lights weren’t just off, the damn door was locked shut. I thought this was rather odd, seeing as a meeting was supposed to begin in five minutes. Not wanting to bullshit around, I went upstairs to see if anyone knew what was going on. Luckily I ran into the lab manager, who looked shocked to see me at this hour. I could already tell by his reaction that something was up.

“Hey,” I said to him smiling, “do you know if the meeting is happening today?”

He looked at me nonplussed, “Today? I thought it was on the sixteenth.”

“Crap. Really?” I asked him.

“Hmm, yeah, but let me make sure,” he said while he sat down at his computer, opening up a file.

He scanned the file for a bit while I stood there patiently.

“Yup,” he said, looking up at me, “it is on the sixteenth at 10 am and 2pm.”

“Cool, thanks. I’m going back to bed, “ I said to him, and left him there chuckling.

Apparently, I made a New Year’s resolution that I wasn’t aware of until now: to show up to everything slightly early so as to be on time.

However, I do believe I slightly overdid it this time. Two weeks is a little excessive, don’t you think?

What the Funk?!

I’m in a funk. I’ve been in one for over a month. It is as if I am lacking motivation and wanting to do nothing but sleep and work. Even my courses for uni, which have subject matter I enjoy, are just laying there untouched. What the hell is wrong with me? Am I subconsciously still dealing with the shit I had to put up with a few months ago? Is it the holidays, which always have sucked for me? Is it just me? I can’t figure it out, I just know I feel it.