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A Groom for All Seasons Things always have a mysterious way of working themselves out somehow - you lose some, & gain some. And other times, you gain some, & lose some. I found a groom at the current stables, a young chap with very little experience, but a great amount of interest to learn. Having said that, I must confess that I really don't think I'm the best judge of character -haven't been for the past many months at least- Thinking that everyone I meet is genuine & has my best-interest at heart is a mistake I've been reminded of over & over again.. So I thought it would be a good idea to preserve my opinion of the groom & keep it to myself, and in the meantime observe what my trainer has to say about him. A few hours after meeting him and 1 jumping session later, my trained comes with the verdict: "This guy has huge potential, & exactly what we needed. I'll take it upon me to train him to be a master-groom for jumping ponies" -- needless to say, I nearly fainted with extreme happiness. Two days into the process, and I'm feeling very lucky. I've thrown in a couple of tests for him & he passed them both - plus, he speaks English & a little French, it doesn't get better than this =) The day after, however, held an unexpected surprise. I wish surprises only came in positive packages, but no, apparently they can be disappointing too. When I was 4, & knew that our nanny Helen was going back home, I ran through a hall in our house & threw myself on the ground sobbing with at a maximum lung capacity of a 4 year old. A very dramatic scene that some members of the family are still unable to forget (& if I may add, still enjoy reminding me of). That was then, & I'm certainly not 4 now, but when I received the news of Um-Munir's departure I learned -the hard way- that I never grew out of that drama. The feeling was so foreign, & yet so familiar. I've mentally trained myself to disassociate from people, and devoid sense of attachment to anyone or anything; that if I were to suddenly lose something or someone, I would shrug & say "too bad, & hasta luego my friend!" before I've found myself a better alternative.. There are people who make the process of forgetting them really easy & quick, and then there are those -the likes of Um-Munir- who make it hard, simply because they're just so good & the mind cannot recall a single upsetting incident to capitalize on and aid letting go. Never did I morn reducing the people-count in my life, somehow they all gave me reasons to make them of little or no concern to me, some even to the point of indifference. But then, how do you breed indifference to a person so full of love & guarded moral principles? This got me to thinking of all the things that consumed mental & emotional energy over the past weeks, or months.. The grooms, the ponies, the job, the people, and even the birkins; I realized that my sister was right, my life was never a plateau, & probably will never be. There will always be drama, lots of drama. To makeup for all of the consuming emotions, I decided to camp at the stables, .. that & do lotsssssss of tack & pony accessory shopping. Sultan was trained in-hand yesterday to do the side-walk, & my boy looked so cute walking sideways against the paddock bars. And IB was bored with the same jumping obstacles, so today setup a proper course for him to jump from one of my jumping-training books, we'll see how it goes. I'll keep you posted x Labels: Daily, Pony Tales $5 in my moola box | link | email this post |
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