I know you get bored with unorginal requests for help. Those folks falling to their knees, shaking a lottery ticket at the sky. Or the uninspiring “please make Boy X like me.” So I try to give you some requests to keep your daily task of fulfilling people’s wishes interesting. I toss out a few challenges to entertain you.
But you gotta stop having this quick turnaround, because it’s freaking me out.
Last week I was thinking about horseback riding. It’s beautiful out, and I would give anything to go romp in a ring somewhere. In a year or two, I may be able to afford to board a horse. In the meantime, I was thinking about taking lessons again. As a city girl, my certified horsefreakdom has lain dormant for a few years. But I spent a good chunk of my adolesence up to my hips in muck, cleaning other people’s stalls and feeding other people’s horses so I could get a few riding lessons. Or just so I could be in the barn, where I am really truly happy. Carrying enormous buckets of water up frozen paths in January, excercising rich people’s petulant Thoroughbreds and falling on my head more times than I can count, baling hay, scraping feet, getting kicked and bitten by foals, racing down trails in the woods, scrubbing show coats, and loving all of it.
Last week I decided I really want to begin dressage training. In case you’re not familiar with riding, dressage, which is pronounced with a snooty French accent (dress-AHSH), is a kind of riding discipline that is based on intense communication with the animal using weight, posture, and hands. Using nearly invisible signals, you guide the horse through complicated maneuvers that almost resemble dancing while you’re mounted. It’s amazing to watch, graceful and elegant. You may have seen it in the Olympics – it’s a summer sport. It’s the finest form of riding and makes Western cattle roping look barbaric.
Yesterday I was on Petfinder, where I spend a lot of time trying to save abandoned animals, and I was searching through the horses. I found one mare who was described as ” an excellent prospect for dressage”. So I started thinking about dressage even more, and decided to look into taking lessons once I’ve moved and gotten settled, even though I have no idea where I would go or how I’d come up with the cash to do so.
So I’m selling my car. It’s been a challenging process to say the least. I have about 30 people coming to look at dear Verna tonight. But this one guy calls me this morning, and is really interested in the car. We talked for a while, and he looked up the vehicle on carfax.com and was pleased. He said his daughter needs a car for college. I told him to come on over to check it out, and he said, “My wife has a lesson at 4:00, so we should be over by 6.” Naturally, I asked, “What does she teach?” He says, “Dressage.”
But wait – there’s more. The daughter, who needs a car, goes to college in Bennington, Vermont. It’s a sad, sad story – she has this gorgeous 16 hand Thoroughbred gelding who is suffering from neglect because she’s all the way cross-country. She really wishes she could find someone to ride him while she’s away.
He actually says these things. Out loud.
I asked the Universe to please set me up with someone needing a good car to take care of. Maybe the Universe was just trying to be efficient. Apparently, I need to sell my car to someone needing a dressage student.