Several awesome things make a weekend
It was actually a pretty quiet weekend, and yet several awesome things happened.
First off, I mentioned Mitzi being much calmer about her second crack at the ramp to the arena. Owing to me working late/other people using the arena, we haven't tried it again since that second effort. Saturday I walked her down the barn aisle and turned up the ramp--and she just walked right up. And then walked right back down again. Same thing Sunday. She was a little rushy going up on Saturday, and needed to drop her head and really look both days, but she didn't even hesitate. Good girl.
I think I took on painkiller between Thursday morning and Friday night, so I might actually be able to return to yoga in October as I was hoping. I'm going to try it, anyway.
Saturday night my brother and I went to see Rush. I haven't been this excited for a movie since The Avengers, and I was uneasily aware that I ended up hating The Avengers. Luckily, that wasn't the case for this movie--I found it moving, compelling, and funny in the appropriate places. Chris Hemsworth's go-to-hell charm was really well used, and Daniel Bruhl's stiff-necked "you are all assholes" charm was as well.
Also there were certain racing sequences that kind of scared the hell out of me. To say nothing of some extremely visceral hospital images late in the story--by which time I was so fond of the asshole undergoing them that I couldn't look away no matter how much I wanted to.
Also, there was one really amusing sequence in which Lauda is catching a ride with a lovely young woman he later falls for and marries. Her car breaks down on a back road somewhere in Italy, and they have to flag down help. The young woman offers to do the flagging, "since we are in Italy." Along comes a clapped-out sedan, which starts past her--
--and then the driver stands on the brakes, and these two Italian good old boys come running back...
...past the woman, rush up to Lauda, and even if it hadn't been subtitled it would have been easy to understand their thrilled squeaks of "Niki Lauda! You're Niki Lauda, aren't you?"
Heh, yeah. Formula One is a very big deal in Europe, and Lauda was driving for Ferrari at the time. It was hilarious, and the ensuing sequence of Lauda demonstrating his formidable skills to the amusement of the girl and the hysterical glee of the guys in the back seat was fabulous.
Anyway--good movie, and a good weekend. And a good little horse.
First off, I mentioned Mitzi being much calmer about her second crack at the ramp to the arena. Owing to me working late/other people using the arena, we haven't tried it again since that second effort. Saturday I walked her down the barn aisle and turned up the ramp--and she just walked right up. And then walked right back down again. Same thing Sunday. She was a little rushy going up on Saturday, and needed to drop her head and really look both days, but she didn't even hesitate. Good girl.
I think I took on painkiller between Thursday morning and Friday night, so I might actually be able to return to yoga in October as I was hoping. I'm going to try it, anyway.
Saturday night my brother and I went to see Rush. I haven't been this excited for a movie since The Avengers, and I was uneasily aware that I ended up hating The Avengers. Luckily, that wasn't the case for this movie--I found it moving, compelling, and funny in the appropriate places. Chris Hemsworth's go-to-hell charm was really well used, and Daniel Bruhl's stiff-necked "you are all assholes" charm was as well.
Also there were certain racing sequences that kind of scared the hell out of me. To say nothing of some extremely visceral hospital images late in the story--by which time I was so fond of the asshole undergoing them that I couldn't look away no matter how much I wanted to.
Also, there was one really amusing sequence in which Lauda is catching a ride with a lovely young woman he later falls for and marries. Her car breaks down on a back road somewhere in Italy, and they have to flag down help. The young woman offers to do the flagging, "since we are in Italy." Along comes a clapped-out sedan, which starts past her--
--and then the driver stands on the brakes, and these two Italian good old boys come running back...
...past the woman, rush up to Lauda, and even if it hadn't been subtitled it would have been easy to understand their thrilled squeaks of "Niki Lauda! You're Niki Lauda, aren't you?"
Heh, yeah. Formula One is a very big deal in Europe, and Lauda was driving for Ferrari at the time. It was hilarious, and the ensuing sequence of Lauda demonstrating his formidable skills to the amusement of the girl and the hysterical glee of the guys in the back seat was fabulous.
Anyway--good movie, and a good weekend. And a good little horse.