The final “death” toll

Those of you who have been following my lightening hit story might be interested to hear about this.  So far the count is:

One inverter—all three circuit boards fried

One back-up generator—control board fried.  It has been kind of scary living without back-up power.  The weather keeps telling us clear skies but apparently they forgot to add the sentence “but maybe with some clouds in them,” because we have had several cloudy days in there.  We finally got full power to the batteries on Tuesday so I immediately did the laundry.  David should be able to fix this soon–he finally got the new board today.

Two motion sensor security lights on garage.  These may actually be okay, but the wiring that leads to them is fried.  We won’t know until David rewires that area of the garage.

One florescent light fixture in garage—same scenario as the security lights…

One communications hub that allowed the inverter, charge controllers and mate to talk—fried circuit boards

The oven—inexplicably as it is nowhere near the garage—control board fried.  This fix is not too expensive, but of course, now we are looking at new and better ovens!  I had to do something for a fellow staff member’s birthday this week, so I bought a bunch of cake and frosting mix on sale figuring I would make cupcakes for all the kids.  As I was driving home, I got to do the classic head slap doubletake–no oven!  Duh…  So I made a special trip to CostCo Sunday to buy a cake, and I still have enough cake mix to make cupcakes for the whole school if the oven ever gets fixed.  Now all I need is a reason…

One solar panel (Thank God only one)—not sure if this was an arc from the main bolt that shattered the glass or the surge coming up the wires from the garage.  Anyway, replacing one solar panel turns out to be nearly impossible because you can never find one that matches, so this one has us almost completely stumped.  David and his friend, Greg, are thinking of trying to repair the panel just to see if they can, but ultimately we may end up having to replace the entire array.

The mate maybe?  Still not sure about that…  (The mate is a little device that lets you talk to the charge controllers, inverter, generator, Skipper, movie star, professor and Marianne, millionaire and his wife.)

A few shingles on the garage roof

The dryer still works, but it doesn’t shut off anymore.  It finishes its cycle, buzzes to tell you it’s done, then continues to spin and blow cold air until you stop it or (presumably) lightening strikes again and knocks out the power.

So far, the bill to repair all of this is still lower than our deductible, so no, insurance will not cover it.  We are looking into installing a lightening rod.

But the Honda generator is still chugging happily away!

Unintended Consequences

The water obstacle at the Trail Trial photo courtesy of Kitty Carlisle, Projections Photography

I discovered something at the TnT clinic that I did not expect to find. It upset me very much. Dolly was looking for Po. I hadn’t had her out with other horses since he died over a year ago, so I knew she might be a little silly, but I didn’t expect that. The first thing she did was buddy up to the horse in the stall next to her. At first, I thought she was yelling for him, but later realized he was standing right next to us. She kept craning around and staring of into the distance at all the other horses and screaming her head off (right in my ear, which makes it a bit difficult to listen!). Of course, all of the feelings of loss and grief began to surface in me, on top of the fact that I felt terrible for her, on top of the fact that she was screaming in my ear. I decided I needed to get her out more!

So yesterday, we trailered over to Smith Valley to do the annual Alzheimers Ride at the Hunewill Ranch. There is a Trail Trial, followed by the ride itself. I decided to sign up to do both. My goals for the Trail Trial were simple: walk quietly between obstacles on a loose rein, wait quietly for your turn at obstacles on a loose rein, don’t get silly about the other horses. Notice that my goals had nothing to do with the obstacles. I figured I’d just do what I could and not worry about scores. It would be good experience for Dolly and give purpose to what we were doing. We didn’t do so well on some of the early obstacles. She wanted to rush when she needed to stop and relax, so that’s added to the list of goals for the future. But, basically, Dolly tried at every obstacle and did very well in between them. She screamed once or twice, but the only time she got concerned was when a group of 4 horses we had been following disappeared into some willows up ahead and she wanted to catch up.

The ride itself started right after we finished the Trail Trial. There must have been maybe 50-60 horses there. I rode with my friend Sandra and it was a beautiful autumn day for a trail ride through the cow pastures. Except that it wasn’t exactly an “autumn” trail ride. After the first dry pasture we rode through, we hit the wet. And then more wet, and even more wet (it was a wet year!). It was kind of the Mud Bog Alzheimers ride. Fortunately, I had double taped Dolly’s Easyboot gaiters with Elastikon so they stayed on the whole ride. Dolly was just a little champion about going through all the boggy, marshy and creeky stuff. I was very proud of her. Sandra’s horse Tesega was reluctant at first, but by the time we had waded through about a mile or so of boggy stuff, even he was squelching through the bad spots like it was old hat. About halfway through the ride, Sandra noticed there weren’t very many riders behind us anymore—I guess a bunch of them turned back at one of the ditch crossings because it was so wet!

Dolly was quite tired by the end—I had been in the saddle for almost 4 hours. When we got back to the trailer, she got oodles of good cookies and a well-deserved roll (giving new meaning to the word Claybank). Then I left her with hay and water and headed over to the barbecue. If you are a local and haven’t done this ride before, it is well worth it just for that part. There is always lots and lots of great homemade food and good live entertainment. In fact, it is worth it just to show up for the barbecue even if you don’t want to ride—there is a run you can participate in before the rides or just make a $30 donation to Alzheimers research when you get there. There is also a silent auction and a raffle that you can join in on. So we were sitting around eating when they announced the winners of the Trail Trial and Dolly and I came in second in our division! How funny is that? (It has occurred to me that there may have only been two people competing in my division, but I can live with that.) I won a nice leather punch that can live in the horse trailer and Dolly got a few more oodles of cookies. To top it off, I won three of the raffle prizes. In the end, Megan Hunewill announced that we had raised over $10,000 for Alzheimers Research.

Attack of the killer bunnies!

I don’t know what is going on right now, but there seem to be an awful lot of kamikazi bunnies out on the road lately.  Usually, I might see one or two as I drive in to work in the morning.  One morning, as I was driving in early, I came upon three bunnies lined up in the road facing me.  It was one of those moments when I wished I was carrying a camera along with me.  Except that I know that by the time the thought molecules actually hit my brain and my brain activated to send a message down to my hand to “pick up the camera,” either the bunnies would be long gone, or I would have run them down.

So there we were, just me and the bunnies in a bizarre Mexican standoff reminiscent of some cheesy horror flick.  They were probably just having a little bunny confab out there in the middle of the road when I came driving along and they turned to see what the all the noise was.  I prefer the horror movie version, though.  You hear the haunting Ennio Morricone score in the background as the bunnies stare, their lucky little feet hovering over imaginary little holsters, the jingling of tiny spurs in the background.  The camera pans and then it zooms to show only my eyes—wide, afraid, darting back and forth between the bunnies.  Then the camera pans back to show the center bunny.  It zooms in to show just his eyes.  He wiggles his cute little nose and the spell breaks.  The movie ends.  They run away.

Lately, I see half a dozen, even a dozen each morning.  They dash along the side of the road seeking a way to escape me, but perversely choose to stay on the road rather than flee into the sagebrush.  Usually, they “try to escape” by running in front of the car.   It is the running of the bunnies—far safer than bulls at any rate.  This morning I counted 9, although only one of them foolishly tried to get me to run over it.  I really do try to avoid them.  One time late at night on a trip home from Vegas, I hit one coming over Anchorite Pass out of Hawthorne.  I can still hear the sickening crunch it made—ick!  It happened so fast that there was no way I could have avoided it, but still—ick!  I don’t want to repeat that so I drive slow and try to avoid them.

Is it because it is fall?  It doesn’t really make sense because they don’t hibernate.  Is there a shortage of food this late in the year?  But there is certainly no food on the road to attract them.   It’s not mating season… I mean I could see the males showing off for the females…”check this out babe!”  (It would certainly narrow the gene pool to those that are the fastest and/or least foolish.)  But it’s the wrong time of year for that.  Is the road surface warmer?  Maybe running alongside a car warms their little tootsies.   Maybe it’s just National Bunny Deathwish Month.  Silly rabbits!

TnT notes: Am I really in Neutral?

I’d like to start this off by stating that I can’t possibly write down everything that Trevor and Tara taught during the clinic.  In fact, I’m pretty sure I couldn’t even hope to capture everything I was supposed to have learned there.  The best I can do is try to convey my interpretation of what insights I may or may not have gleaned as a result of spending two days playing with concepts in a clinic setting.  It sounds pretty vague, but that’s about the best you can expect, I think, and about the best I can deliver.

In level 3 and 4, we work on refining everything we learned in levels 1 and 2 until it becomes seamless.  We call it unconscious competence.  The operative question is “how little can I do and still get the desired result?”  If we do too little, our horse won’t understand—too much and we are shouting.  And if we do just a little, but we do it  all the time, we are nagging.  We have to learn to give the signal as quietly as possible, then go to neutral and stay there and let the horse be responsible for his actions.

Tara spent part of the first morning having us play with this concept of neutrality.  She began by demonstrating with Amy, a Percheron mare.  She used the game “don’t make me pick up the stick” on a circle.  Only now, in level 3, she was far more particular about what she expected from Amy.  If she sent Amy at a trot, Amy was to go at a trot.  If she asked Amy to slow to a walk, she explained that Amy must do so within one quadrant of the circle.  (Later, you would refine this down to an eighth of the circle, then even less as the horse improves.)  If she asked Amy to canter or make any other transition, she must do it within one quarter of the circle also.

Each time Amy didn’t respond within the allotted time, Tara would pick up the stick and wiggle it (in the case of a down transition) or spank the ground (for an up transition.)  Then she would disengage Amy and bring her in, then send her right back out in the other direction and ask the same thing.  This kind of correction only makes it more work for Amy every time she doesn’t respond and gives her incentive to respond faster next time.    The idea was that if Tara had to “come out of neutral,” Amy would have to disengage and change directions.  She explained that she always sent Amy in the other direction because it was more work—you might not need to change directions with a different horse, but you would always disengage.

So off we went to play with the concept.  It became immediately obvious to me that I come out of neutral a lot!  Only when I come out of neutral, it is far more subtle than what Tara had to do with Amy.  Dolly is so responsive, that coming out of neutral for me can be as simple as picking the tip of the stick off the ground or moving one foot forward and lifting a hand.  (If I really spanked the ground on an up transition, Dolly would be in Utah before I got her disengaged!)  I kept making these little movements and then realizing that I had come out of neutral and should have disengaged Dolly and oops, now it’s too late and, oh dang, I just did it again!  It was very awkward.  But I was becoming aware.  Tara also pointed out that I was picking up the stick to ask for the down transition, not asking first, then picking up the stick when she doesn’t respond.  Hmmm…

To add to the fun, we were in a large pasture/playground area and the grass was wet.  We had to make a smaller circle than usual between the “toys” and Dolly was afraid she might slip on the grass.  (She wasn’t the only one—I had my heart in my teeth a couple of times thinking about vet bills!)  It occurred to me that I was making these small movements to try to “help” her when really I should just shut up and let her figure it out.  In the end, the result would be the same.  By trying to help her gain confidence in going forward, I was only making noise that would begin to desensitize her to my signals.  So at that point, I sort of gave up on that and put it in the points to ponder file.

When I finally had time to play with this idea again, we were at home in our non-slippery footing and on our big circle.  I resolved to pay close attention to the question of what specific actions constitute “coming out of neutral.”  It felt much less awkward.    I found what I already knew to be true.  Dolly consistently gives me up transitions within a stride of asking, but the downs aren’t so good.  We spent a lot of time doing trot to walk.  First, the body language and then wait for my quarter of a circle.  Still trotting?  Wiggle the stick, disengage, bring her in, quick pat, send her back out again at the walk (after all, the walk was what I wanted.)  Ask for the trot.  Try again.  After about the fifth time, I could see the question in her eyes.

“Really? … Because you just disengaged me and brought me in and now you want to do it again?  I didn’t even make a full circle! Is this really necessary?”

Bringing her in became work because she knew she was going right back out.  She started trying to solve the puzzle.  By the tenth or twentieth time, the look became more disgusted.  Finally, she figured it out and began to do the down transitions off of my body language.  At that point, I brought her in for a good long soak.

We played with this again the next day.  I still have work to do on the down transitions.  All this time of being noisy first, then asking for the transition later has taught her to ignore my body language.  However, it didn’t take nearly as long for her to figure it out the second time.   I’ll let you know when we get around to doing canter-halts!

And all this was just the second half of Saturday morning.  You can see why clinic notes are a slow process for me.

 

My inspiration

Eldorado

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old-
This knight so bold-
And o’er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow-
“Shadow,” said he,
“Where can it be-
This land of Eldorado?”

“Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,”
The shade replied-
“If you seek for Eldorado!”

Edgar Allan Poe

Finally!

Got tired of posting notes to Facebook, so I finally got a real blog with my really own domain name.  Very cool.  Now I need to figure out how to post these to Facebook and we will be all set!  Of course, I’m doing this in the middle of a very busy week at school, so this will probably languish for a few weeks until I can figure out how to do more with it.  In the meantime–hope to see you real soon.