hunterseat df: Hunter Seat Equitation is a division that is judged on the ability and the style of the rider. The riders can be judged both over fences and on the flat.
Although true, hunters DO eat, at least the skilled ones do, my name derives from the world of horses.
And because the word hunter is in my name, people automatically think I'm a guy. Not even close.
Whenever I meet someone named Hunter I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying "That's my name, too!"
Although true, hunters DO eat, at least the skilled ones do, my name derives from the world of horses.
And because the word hunter is in my name, people automatically think I'm a guy. Not even close.
Whenever I meet someone named Hunter I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying "That's my name, too!"
The Things I Didn't Say
Posted 09-30-2015 at 04:14 AM by hunterseat
Here I go, starting the day off with a song stuck in my head. Not a song from the radio that keeps playing over and over. (I'm listening to audio books these days anyway.) Not an old favorite hymn. Not even a contemporary favorite. No. My mind is playing a song that I haven't heard in....oh, I don't know.... DECADES????
"Really?" I think to myself. "Dr. Hook?"
You remember Dr. Hook, don't you? The band named after a fictional person, or was it historical? The band with the member who wore an eye patch, that everyone swore was Dr. Hook but was named Ray Sawyer?
Then I really thought about the song and realized how much wisdom there is to be found in that song. Let me try to find a video of it first and you can judge the wisdom for yourself.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktkQsnR4syI
I hope that link works but the song title is... my post title. And here's the wisdom, which might not make sense if you didn't listen to the song.
We let pride get in our way all too often. Don't let things go unsaid. Say it! Sprinkle it heavily with kindness and throw it out there! You'll be the bigger person for it - okay that might be taking you back to pride a little but at least it's not getting in your way.
Back not so very long ago when my awesome other half and I were first reacquainting ourselves after 30 years, we had a disagreement which could have ended badly. It involved him walking out of my house in Mississippi heading toward the airport, declaring that he'd catch a cab. Neighbors told him there were no cabs but he walked as far as the Shell Station before he believed them. I, in the mean time, was taking out my frustration on the Christmas tree we'd gotten (free) and decorated together. The ornaments and lights were yanked off in a NY minute. I was struggling to yank the thing from it's stand and toss it into the yard with satisfaction when the phone rang.
"Can you give me a ride to the airport? I'm at the Shell Station." came his frustrated voice over the line...from a half mile away.
"Fine!" my winded, frustrated voice answered.
"Fine!" he hung up.
He got in the car and I wordlessly floored it, causing him to clutch the door handle. I was ticked. He had it wrong but was willing to just walk away like that and FINE I'd drive him to the airport.
Somewhere along the drive - luckily it was a long one....he'd have been walking for days - he demanded why I didn't ask him to stay. I tossed back that he was the one who wanted to leave, whereupon he demanded to know why I didn't just take him back to my house.
"Fine!" I testily slung the car into a U-turn, throwing gravel.
Back at the house he eyeballed the tree, leaning against the wall, still wedged in the stand, ornaments scattered the counter and floor. He put his suitcase in the spare room and regretted the inability to lock that door.
I'm so glad our individual pride didn't get the best of us. That might have been the lesson we needed to learn early on so that later, when we had misunderstandings... or all-out fights.. we wouldn't end up living alone, thinking about the things we didn't say.
"Really?" I think to myself. "Dr. Hook?"
You remember Dr. Hook, don't you? The band named after a fictional person, or was it historical? The band with the member who wore an eye patch, that everyone swore was Dr. Hook but was named Ray Sawyer?
Then I really thought about the song and realized how much wisdom there is to be found in that song. Let me try to find a video of it first and you can judge the wisdom for yourself.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktkQsnR4syI
I hope that link works but the song title is... my post title. And here's the wisdom, which might not make sense if you didn't listen to the song.
We let pride get in our way all too often. Don't let things go unsaid. Say it! Sprinkle it heavily with kindness and throw it out there! You'll be the bigger person for it - okay that might be taking you back to pride a little but at least it's not getting in your way.
Back not so very long ago when my awesome other half and I were first reacquainting ourselves after 30 years, we had a disagreement which could have ended badly. It involved him walking out of my house in Mississippi heading toward the airport, declaring that he'd catch a cab. Neighbors told him there were no cabs but he walked as far as the Shell Station before he believed them. I, in the mean time, was taking out my frustration on the Christmas tree we'd gotten (free) and decorated together. The ornaments and lights were yanked off in a NY minute. I was struggling to yank the thing from it's stand and toss it into the yard with satisfaction when the phone rang.
"Can you give me a ride to the airport? I'm at the Shell Station." came his frustrated voice over the line...from a half mile away.
"Fine!" my winded, frustrated voice answered.
"Fine!" he hung up.
He got in the car and I wordlessly floored it, causing him to clutch the door handle. I was ticked. He had it wrong but was willing to just walk away like that and FINE I'd drive him to the airport.
Somewhere along the drive - luckily it was a long one....he'd have been walking for days - he demanded why I didn't ask him to stay. I tossed back that he was the one who wanted to leave, whereupon he demanded to know why I didn't just take him back to my house.
"Fine!" I testily slung the car into a U-turn, throwing gravel.
Back at the house he eyeballed the tree, leaning against the wall, still wedged in the stand, ornaments scattered the counter and floor. He put his suitcase in the spare room and regretted the inability to lock that door.
I'm so glad our individual pride didn't get the best of us. That might have been the lesson we needed to learn early on so that later, when we had misunderstandings... or all-out fights.. we wouldn't end up living alone, thinking about the things we didn't say.
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If you clicked on the link, btw, the bearded guy singing with the guitar is the lead singer. It's easy to hear the voice and associate it with Ray. But it's Dennis. The song was written by Shel Silverstein.
Posted 10-02-2015 at 06:49 AM by hunterseat
