Scat, Reverie

Hey, Reverie. Yeah, I see you sweetie. You just need to back off for a bit, okay? You can’t share Carrots’ grain. I mean, even on a normal day I want you eating out of your own bucket, but right now hers definitely has too many medicines in it. I’m just going to stand guard till she finishes it.

Yes, you look pitiful. No, I’m not changing my mind. Scat.

Yeah, see, where I come from “vaguely turning your head to the side while giving me sideye” does not constitute a “scat”.

I’m sorry, did I use too many words? The basic underlying definition of “scat” means “get further away from me”, not “try to get as close as you can with a soft, sad expression.”

Why, yes. Yes, that is Finn. And no, I’m not buying your sudden intense interest in the 3-year-old. You and I both know that as soon as I move away, you’re going to dive headfirst into the grain pan that you’ve “forgotten” all about. Yes, I just waved my hands in the air with sarcastic quotes around the word “forgotten. It’s a human thing – you wouldn’t understand.

What you can understand, right now, is that scat means move. So, you know, move. Away.

Yeah, nope. “Move Away” does not mean “move to the other side of the pony and try for the grain again.” Nice try, though. Keep on moving, sister.

Oh heeeee-double-hockey-sticks-NO.
Uh uh.
No you did NOT.
You did not just subtly angle your butt towards me and give me that pissy body language. Uh-uh. Nope. I don’t think so, girlfriend.

I hope you like moving, because this was just going to be a 3 minute scat thing, but now it’s going to be a whole session.

That’s right, pissy pants. Move.
(And yes, Finn. I see you, “wunning with Wevewie.” That’s such a wewy, wewy, bad idea. I’m gonna have to ask you to stop when I notice it in a few laps.)

(Insert joke about chestnut mares)

Okay, but for real. Why are horses prettier when they’re being total snots? Did I just bond unnecessarily hard with some evil-eyed carousel horse at Disneyland or something? Why can’t I get that fluttery feeling looking at a placid-eyed horse in a stall? What is wrong with me?

That’s a vaguely better expression, but not good enough. Keep moving. In fact, why don’t you turn around and go to the right.

Yes, yes, I know you prefer to do everything in a half rear levade thingie. Impressive.
Now go left.

Nice, but your eyes still look..,.I dunno. Not kind? Keep going.

Holy moly, you’re beautiful. Like…. like seriously. Wow. You totally fill my eye. How are you only a yearling and already so gorgeous?! You are 13.2 hands of absolutely perfection. Someone who desperately wants their next show horse is gritting their teeth in frustration at my luck, while I’ve got you ungroomed and just hanging around in my backyard, jogging through poo piles. Ah, well. Such is life. I have to admit, you’re pretty enough that you kind of make me want to take you to shows, although I’d probably end up throwing dirt clods at anyone who points out your supposed faults.

Maybe it’s better if I don’t take you to shows. I don’t think I want to be known as Dirt Clod Becky in the Morgan showing world. Still – golly, you’re pretty.

Oh, are you trying to say you’re sorry? Are you all calm and submissive and wanting to “join up”? Are you lowering your head and asking to be my friend and… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA – Oh, man. Sorry. Sorry, I’m out of breath from laughing so hard. Reverie, I was not born yesterday, and I have lived with you for almost a year. You are such a dirty liar. Don’t you dare start slowing down.
**Insert kissy noise**
I said MOVE.

Uh-huh. That’s what I thought. What happened to that soft, sweet, totally apologetic filly from three strides ago? LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE, that’s what. Now, move.

Mmm hmmm. Don’t you wish you were over here, getting scratched and loved on, instead of moving out in endless boring circles? Well, maybe you should have thought twice about talking back to me with your butt earlier, hmm?

Keep going.

That’s a much better expression. Good girl. Please turn around.

That’s a good girl on the side, too. I love that look on you – listening, respectful, but still enjoying yourself. I believe that expression a lot better than your earlier pretend head skating.

Okay, I’m gonna get closer, just to make sure you can still be polite with a little bit of pressure. Turn around, please.

Very good girl. Now, turn around and see if the right side of you is still in a better mood, too. I need to make sure both RightReverie and LeftReverie are in agreement.

You are gorgeous when you gallop, but you don’t have to run if you don’t want to. We could do this at a walk if you wanted.

Excuse me. Yes, I know Carrots is over there, but I’m over here. Kindly pay attention to me.

Much better.

Gorgeous, inside and out.

There you go – good girl. See, now that’s a face I believe. Turn around again, please, one last time. Does your left side still remember how to be a nice, respectful filly?

Oh, good. Good, it has. It looks like you’re good, through and through. You may stop, whenever you want. All pressure is off.

(Literally every single time I set aside a weekend to clean the paddock this summer, it has poured and made everything wet and super heavy. Every. Single. Time….. which is why I now have photos like this. I shall title this one: Million Dollar Dream Horse Standing Proudly On Poopie Mountain.)

But seriously, very good girl. Stand there for a moment, so you don’t think you can run at me every time I take off pressure….. okay. Good. Would you like to come over for a scratch?

I’ll take that as a yes. I love you too, girl.

Wiki-Huh? How to Build a Round Pen

I am not naturally gifted when it comes to building things.

The thing is, that’s never been a big problem for me. I am really lucky in that my life is filled with naturally gifted builders/fixers. I’m surrounded by the contractor/mechanic version of those little old grandmas who hover over a stove and say, “Oh, you just throw spices in until it smells good,” and then they magically whip out a 7-course meal complete with duck a l’Orange.

Case in point: last summer The Bean picked up a car for cheap… which was good, because it broke on the way home. He clucked his tongue in disappointment, made friends with the tow truck driver, ordered the parts online, wheedled some other part from a random mechanic for about 10% of the cost it was supposed to be, and boom. We now have a second car that runs like a dream.

He did this on the weekends with all the planning and preparation I would give to making peanut butter sandwiches for dinner.

My stepdad is the same way. I asked him to look into helping me keep the goats off the porch and letting me know what hardware I should pick up to put together some kind of a barrier. I knew I could do it.  After all, I’d checked out a bunch of carpentry books from the library and was researching it online.  Still, it didn’t hurt to ask for help. He was so much better at it that I that I figured he’d be able to point me in the right direction without too much of a headache.

I left for work and came home a few hours later to a brand new absolutely stunning wood fence he’d put together from… I dunno.  Scraps and twigs and a little bit of spit?

Sometimes it’s disheartening being surrounded by savants.  I seem to come to building things the same way I came to cooking: I’m not gifted at it, but there’s enough recipes and cook books out there that I’m becoming good at it, through sheer determination. The good news is that the information is out there, and it turns out that if you follow the directions carefully, step by step, you can cook or build almost anything.

See, that’s the beautiful thing about the age we live in. Last summer we built a fence in our backyard.  Now, before I started I no idea how to put up a fence – but the information was out there. I checked out books from the library, and that gave me enough of an idea that I was able to look up actual search terms on the internet for better pointers. I watched a couple of YouTube videos, phoned a couple of contractor friends for pointers, and BOOM.  We built a fence, despite having no experience and an incredibly sloped backyard.

Maybe nobody is naturally gifted at building things, except for a rare few.  Maybe everyone is awful at first, but they quietly get better when they were young, and I just arrived to the scene late?

I’m not complaining.  I love the age we live in. The internet is wonderful (most of the time). If I were born in the 1950s I would have either had to hire someone or make do with whatever grainy photos I found in the one available book at the library.

Which leads me to the point of this post:

Sometimes you find information you find on the internet is so incredibly useful, you wonder how you lived without it.

And then sometimes you find Wiki-How.

Okay, maybe I’m throwing them under the bus unnecessarily. It’s not really Wiki-How that’s the problem – it’s more like it’s the Wiki-How pictures. I bet there’s already a Tumblr out there dedicated to them, somewhere. They’re that bad.

I’m not bashing the artists – the art is actually quite good, if unsettling at times. It’s just what they choose to draw that leaves me scratching my head.

The pictures are so, so incredibly useless when it comes to actually imparting information, it makes you wonder why they bother including them.

If you don’t believe me, let me show you an example.

I’m currently trying to decide which projects I can get done this summer before winter hits. I have a variety of things I need to do, althought not enough time or money to do it all. Our bottom acreage is not fenced – we could be saving money by letting the horses graze, but instead we’re mowing it and buying hay. That is frustrating to no end. I actually know what I need for this project, but it’s just a matter of actually getting the time, money, and lack of broken arm to do it.

The goats need to be moved out of the backyard. This one is a top priority – all we need is 8 holes, some fence posts, welded wire and a fence stretcher.  We’re going to separate out a small section of the horse paddock to do so.  I’m hoping to save up and buy the moveable electric fence so we can start strip grazing in the lower pasture and decimating the black berries, but that’s definitely on the back burner.

I need to either extend the horse’s stalls (bringing them out to 12 x 20 instead of 12 x 12, so they aren’t so cramped in winter) or I need to build a roundpen.  I can’t do another year of trying to work a baby horse in slop.

I’m thinking I’ll probably have to settle for extending the stalls, as it will be cheaper, but juuuuuust in case I’ve been doing a lot of research on building my own permanent roundpen .  In a perfect world I’d just buy a bunch of cattle panels and make my own, but even used panels are stupidly expensive so I’m researching how to build it from scratch. What materials are best? Which wood holds up best over the years in the damp Pacific Northwest Winter? How far apart do you put the posts? How big should it be for stride length without making it too big to be able to keep dry with sand, like I did with the paddock?

Etc, etc.

And thus I stumbled upon How to Build a Round Pen (with Pictures) on WikiHow.

All I can say is that thank heavens I speak English, because these pictures are….. I mean….. why? Why?!

 

Step 1: 
Stare pensively in the distance.  Are your sideburns square enough at the bottom?  Yes.  Yes, they are.  What about your delightfully full upper lip? It’s your best feature.  Should you try to emphasize it? How much duckface is too much duckface the first time ride with the guys? What if the other cowboys think you’re trying too hard? These are important questions. Also, why is there a shadow bird on the brim of your hat?  Is that your spirit animal?

Step 2: 
The right amount of duckface is a weighty concerns. You should contemplate it in the other direction, just to be safe. Contemplating to the right isn’t easy for you – you never were very limber in that direction.  Make sure your hat string is on tight for safety’s sake before you give it a go.

Step 3:
Measure the ground – nine inches worth of ground should be just about right.

Step 4:
Eww. Don’t measure that section of ground.  It looks…. alive.  No, don’t pet it! It probably bites.

 

 

Step 5: 
Now that’s a good question. What should your TInder username be? Think carefully.  You can never get a second chance to make a great first impression with the ladies.

 

 

Step 6:
I mean, you want to be confident, but you don’t want to seem like you’re insecure and overcompensating.

 

 

Step 7: 
Wait.  Wait, a second.  I thought we were supposed to be building a round pen.  Aren’t we supposed to be building a round pen?  Do those logs need an adult?

 

 

Step 8:
Finally, a useful picture.  Dig a hole. Dig two of them.  Make sure you dig them on the…. yellowed fingernail clippings?  I guess they weren’t alive after all.  Before you use the post hole digger make sure you stuff your pink sweatpants into your oddly lumpy dancing boots. You musn’t dirty them.

 

 

Step 9:
Man, that was a useful picture, wasn’t it?  And that is a really well-drawn post hole digger, isn’t it? Better draw it from the other side, just to show off.  You want Wikihow to feel like they’re getting their money’s worth.

 

 

Step 10:
This is sort of useful, knowing that soaking boards will help you to nail them on a slightly rounded structure (I read that in the actual Wiki post)….but it’s just not useful enough.  I see we’re soaking posts, but I still have questions.  Does the wood absorb the water so it’s the same as submerging the entire thing? Also, why are you soaking the round posts and not the boards?

 

 

Step 11:
Ta-da!  You’re done!  We definitely didn’t skip any steps along the way. If you can’t figure it out, that’s your problem, not ours. Also, it looks like you finished just in time,too.  The fingernail clippings are spreading at an alarming rate.  You do NOT want to get caught up in that mess.

 

 

Step 12:
Crap, you forgot a step!  That’s what went wrong.  You forgot to paint the boards.  It’s like Mama always used to say – a painting a day keeps the fingernail clippings away.

 

But wait…. there’s more!

What if, instead of building a round pen from scratch, you wanted to spend more money and buy metal panels that attach together on the ends and set them up in a circle?

I mean, the only confusing thing about a metal round pen is how much it is going to cost, and maybe how to get the first two panels to stand up on their own if you’re installing it by yourself. You probably don’t need any drawings. Panels are not exactly rocket science, even for the uninitiated.

Still, just in case you do need guidance, Wikihow is here to save the day:


Step 1: 

You just got out of that breakup with Chad, so you should probably get yourself out there… but man, is internet dating really worth it nowadays? Do you really want to put up with all those unsolicited pics again, every time you log in?  Also, has anyone seen your portable holes?  You swear you had them in your hand just a second ago.  They were right there, just before you adjusted your hat….

 

Step 2: 
Holy CRAP those pipe panels are expensive.   Well, there’s no help for it.  If you want a metal round pen, you’re gonna have to do it the old fashioned way.  Grow out your beard, boys. It’s time to rob a bank.

 

 

 

Step 3:
Oh, look.  They’ve arrived!  Well, that’s fairly straightforward.  They connect on the ends, right?Image titled Build a Round Pen Step 15

 

Step 4:
Ahhhh, I thought so.  That’s how they connect. That’s a great pic. I totally understand it – thanks!

 

Step 5:
…..I said I got it.  Seriously, nowNow you’re going to get all technical and step-by-step? Because THIS is the step that seems confusing?

 

Step 7:
We’re just gonna put a happy little tree, right there.  It’ll be our little secret…

 

 

Speaking of secrets….. I am not going to admit to how much time I’ve spent looking at Wikihow pics recently.  Want to know something truly amazing?  This isn’t even the worst set of pictures I’ve found. Nope.  Not by a long shot. In fact, it’s not even close.