This is not about New Year's Resolutions. I'm crap at those. But this year will be a year of many changes. Of this I am sure. Some I hope will be grand. Others --to be honest--I fear.
I have realized that I need to simplify. One idea I had to help me simplify is to get rid of one thing every day. When I first thought of that idea, it didn't sound like much, but then I realized that by the end of the year I will have removed 365 things from my life! Now that seems like a significant difference.
Just a little at a time! That's the way.
And so it will begin. Today I am getting rid not just one, but several Christmas mugs that not even once have ever been used.
Monday, February 22, 2016
TR Aladdinn’s Fire (Fire), 15hh and still growing, born in July 2011. Asking $3500 OBO.
Sire: world champion Aladdinn—in fact Fire is Aladdin's his youngest son. (Polish)
Dam’s side: his grandfather is champion—Muscat. (Russian)
He has been ridden both English & Western. Most regularly English lately. He is an incredible mover—has a big bold trot and lovely Western pleasure jog, and perfect Arab canter. He’s beautiful, smart, not spooky, good around other horses, and waits patiently when being held. Face clips perfectly. Bare foot. Introduced to ground poles. Given perfect health assessment recently by Dr. Monroe.
So why are we selling him? We’re focusing on eventing and as great as he is, Fire isn’t going take us that direction. We even thought about changing our direction and heading into the Arab show world, just so we could keep him.
Contact us for more information. Come and see him with your champion's dream and Fire will help you make it a reality.
Located near Ogden, Utah
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
It suddenly occurred to me that my family the Van Orden's were from New York near the Hudson River and ta-dah, I was in Albany. How close could they be? Could I find them?
Thank you Internet!!!
With very little effort, I found my way to the Catskills and to East Windham. A teeny tiny town where the "Peter Van Orden Rural Cemetery" lies.
Unable to find it, I stopped to ask someone washing his car and many thanks....he knew all about Peter.
Peter was the first Dutchman in the area. He opened an inn for the people driving their cattle across the Catskills mountains to the Hudson River. It turns out that despite the Indians being in the area and rather dangerous, they would not go up into the mountains because they believed the spirits lived there. That was to Peter's advantage. No Indian trouble.
Up a short steep hill and there I was generations later and I stood looking down at Peter's headstone.
So who is he to me? His son, William and daughter Julia Ann, both joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints. William by the way, married Julia Ann Haight and Julia Ann married Julia Ann's brother. Yep, Julia Ann Haight Van Orden and Julia Ann
Thursday, July 16, 2015
This grand adventure, I should count up the miles, it would be thousands (about 17680 or so give or take--I had to figure it out) and took 30 days. I've been in six countries and seen great thing after great thing.
So...what would I do differently? What great choices did I make? What mistakes?
Here are a few:
- If you're going to visit the Greek islands, do a cruise. Even though, I really don't like the cruise lifestyle, it was great to only unpack once.
- Renting a scooter on Rhodes and Santorini. So fun!
- Staying at the colleges. Even though Pollock Halls had the WORST mattress ever, the rooms were safe, clean and comfortable.
- Good shoes! I stumbled across a pair of sneakers at WalMart for $5!!! They have been wonderful and lightweight. Bad shoes will ruin a vacation!!!
- Umbrella, sunscreen and bug spray (for the Highlands)
- Leaving my luggage at Dublin airport. Too much, too heavy. I grabbed a smaller bag and left the big stuff there.
- Here's a GREAT choice. I brought a lightweight blanket and my beach towel. In Arrochar, the hotel gave me a comforter that didn't even cover me. I was glad for the blanket.
- Renting the car and driving out to Gallipoli. Just a nice way to start off the trip. And went very smoothly.
- Bringing too many granola bars. I just didn't have the discipline to eat them and they were heavy!!
- Brought two rain coats....one was a special riding coat which weighs 2.2 pounds!!!! didn't need, didn't use. The other was what I thought would be a great raincoat. NOPE...it soaked through and was quite heavy besides. Rolling eyes.
- a tiny fan that is a USB. The hotels in Scotland and Ireland were hot and my fan made them comfortable and made white noise so I could sleep more easily.
- A white linen shirt (which I overpaid for) in Ephesus....but I wore it EVERY day in Turkey and Greece and didn't have worry about sunburn. Soooo good!
- Spices in Istanbul. If nothing else, I kept thinking how much our daughter in law might enjoy them.
- Turkish Delight! REAL Turkish Delight! Yummy!!!
- Not pre-paying gas in my rental car. They wanted $50 pounds and I just didn't do that much driving around. I did, but they got great mileage. It cost me $33.15 to fill the car myself.
- Leaving my luggage at my hotel at the university and going to get my rental car THEN getting the luggage rather than having to drag it through Edinburgh.
- EasyJet. It was cheap and not bad. A long flight would not have been comfortable but funny basic “benchy” seats were kind of amusing. Just know you pay for EVERYthing. Even your dri
nks. (tap water is free).
- Bringing little anti-bacterial wipes for those occasions without soap. And tissues... but I got a bit excited about those and over brought.
- Phone!!! We changed our phones to have a Europe unlimited text and data. Well, the data didn't work. Ever! But oddly enough, I was able to text my children while out a sea...away from any visual land.
- My car was MUCH bigger than I'd hoped. Something tiny would have been less stressful. And I HATED paying $10 pounds a day for a satnav.
- Aer Lingus (like EasyJet) will give you a big discount on paying for luggage IF you book it ahead of time. Because I booked my flight with Expedia, Aer Lingus would NOT allow me to pick seats nor pre-pay my luggage. Sigh.
I think that could be the title of this grand adventure.
One Ancient City after another.Dublin is just plain old. No doubt.
I passed a 4500 BC site today where they found fishing traps and the city was founded in 1256...I think..something like that—right century anyway. Yep. That's OLD!
|This chain mail weighs a TON!|
It's an interesting blend of Viking, Celt, Norman, English and finally free Irish.
They talk of Dublin being one of the wealthiest cities in the world (before the Normans did their damage). Trading with places as far as Istanbul. Hmm....been there recently. That seems appropriate somehow.
|The Custom's House (rebuilt 3 times!)|
They have anger toward the 1801 act which abolished the Irish Parliament and all the wealth Brits moved home to rule Ireland from there. Absentee landlords are never an easy prospect.
|Replica Jeanie Johnston carried|
over 2500 immigrants
I heard about the Potato Famine at the Jeanie Johnston--a famine ship. (No my students....potatoes don't come from Idaho!--nor do they come from Ireland—think Columbian Exchange...) Soooo, excited that I've stumbled onto some cool primary sources for my next year's discussion on immigration!
They speak with pride about the 1916 Uprising. Where 16 martyrs lost their lives by firing squad for their roles in trying to bring independence to Ireland. (Aren't we glad John Hancock and the like got away?)
|The Presidents House in Phoenix Park|
And of 1922 when Ireland finally got their independence. Oops...and some continued IRA activity blowing things up in the 1970s.
The city is a mix of architecture. Modern, sleek, weird, beautiful and Georgian, Victorian and then the old stuff. Churches and cathedrals sprinkle the landscape.
To a non-drinker, their marriage to Guinness and drink is amazing. The Guinness factory here still makes 10 million...that's million pints a day. And this is not their biggest factory. Realize this though. Poor Yorkshire farmers and Italian immigrants to America needed to fill the bellies of their hardworking men. They couldn't afford meat so what'd they do? Yorkshire pudding and pizza. Stout is Ireland's answer to that problem. Evidently, stout is very filling. As my guide said today, “Well, even if you don't like the taste, you won't be hungry for awhile. It does make some sense when you have 1.2 million people starve to death during the Potato famine, I can see people doing whatever it takes to survive.
|The Green in Trinity College|
So, I rode through the city, managing to take pics despite a brisk breezy trying to blow away my ipad before the rain started. Learning and remembering.
I'm staying at another ancient university. Trinity. What a privilege I've had to have stayed at four, two of those this trip. (Edinburgh, Trinity, Oxford and Cambridge.) Drove by St. Andrews but didn't stop.
Yes, it rained. Got wet up to my knees. But with all the museums, I could have stayed more days and not seen it all. (I walked 4.85 miles today...and it didn't seem like all that much.)
But tomorrow, I go home. At long last.
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
I first took a lesson. After not riding for six weeks, it was a good idea, but Abby was a massive 16.2 hands and had a big moving trot. Even Eiger's moving trot makes me a tad nervous. Hers??? Whew!
It was good to work hard. By the end, I was doing much better.
Then I went with Loch Lomond Trekking. Super sweet Suzanne and darling cobs.
I've never ridden a cob. They're such traditionally British horse. Tilly was broken to drive and ride . She was massive!!! Broad back. Huge feet. Suzanne said she's a "doer" and can practically live on air. Chuckle.
The moor--pronounced me-ewer (very soft r) was lovely. The sun came out and down below stretched Loch Lomond the largest fresh body of water in the UK.
I learned that a mountain over 3000 ft is called a Munro and Ben Lomond is the most southern Munro in Scotland.
Surrounded by ferns as tall as my pony's tummy, the sun dipping in and out of the puffy clouds, the breeze keeping things from being too warm, I felt swallowed by the Highlands.
I'd done it. I'd found the moment. The moment I'd dreamed of. The moment I'd hoped for. The moment I wanted but thought I'd lost when I couldn't do the big cross country riding because of my appendix.
I'd brought my riding boots, my breeches, sunscreen and bug spray.
Monday, July 13, 2015
The thing about the weather in Scotland is that you can't look out the window and wonder what the day's going to be like. Just figure at some point it's gong to rain.
Maybe hard. Maybe this almost feathery sprinkle. Maybe a few splats, but it's going to rain.
This makes shirts and jackets tough. If the sun's out it's warm. But this week anyway, that's few and far between.
The mountains are breathtaking. This is outside my hotel in Arrochar (pronounced ahrow-car).
I went looking for a riding stable and ended up basically four wheeling down a country road. (Never found the stable.)
The tiny towns are still so remote. This gives the countryside a very auld feel. Delightful!
Now if my hotel didn't have that same auld feel, it'd be just about perfect.