Well, I went riding the other day — thought it might be a good idea to get in a little horse time before Jen and I head off to Ashcroft and our favourite place in the world — the Sundance Dude Ranch.
I was having a good time on the back on Brat, (who seems to be the most patient horse in the world), when all of a sudden, the two of us, and she was the one in control were on a collision course for the wall of the ring. I guess I must have panicked, because when she did the smart thing and turned (rather abruptly), I think, I just kept right on going. Needless to say, the wall and the horse won.
So that was Tuesday. Since that time, I’ve been twice to phsyio, swallowed bottle of IBP and watched a bruise that looks like a map of Canada change from black to blue to green to yellow on my hip. It hurts. I hurt. Still, I did get back on the horse (thanks to Mary-Ann) and I will again as soon as I can get up from my chair in under ten minutes.
And Madonna? When she fell off her horse, she took an ambulance home — I drove. So, she might have a better voice, but I must be braver…