Meet Felted Doru. He's six inches tall and roams the hills and open spaces of my desk. D had him made for me after the real Doru left this world. The little fellow even captures the roan coat, frosty behind and dark points of his inspiration. He's such a nice reminder of an old horse no longer with us.
The other memory is less fun. Out riding on Sunday I caught my right knee on a steel gate post. There was sufficient room to get through. However I was a little preoccupied with Brena, who was quite lively after a week without being ridden. I was busier looking at things going on further away: other horses, people walking and cycling, and deer in the fields. The gateway was muddy and Brena was in a hurry. My attention was elsewhere so I didn't get my leg out of the way.
The impact ripped through leather chaps and two layers of clothing below that. It was enough to make me feel sick to the core. Still, it was a nice day, so I continued to ride for another couple of hours. I can be stubborn, and Brena needed to work the energy out of her system. When I got back to the truck it was difficult to bend the leg or walk. Driving back was awkward and painful, but safe.
Now the leg is swollen adding a good couple of inches to its girth. I can walk with a stick - fortunately I bought one back when my hip was operated on. I got a day working at home out of this. Now it's back to the office. As the boss was a soldier and has tales of people who repelled a hundred hostiles whilst full of holes it's difficult to plead much sympathy for a bruised knee.
With a bit of luck I'll be ready to ride again next weekend. The ripped chaps are being sewn back together as I write.
the felted Doru is perfect! what a great companion to remind you.
and the knee - gawd, aren't you glad you had leather chaps on!!!!
Posted by: The Equestrian Vagabond | December 02, 2012 at 03:28 AM