Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Ah, there's the rub

We're used to thinking of winter as blanket rub season. That's the way I always saw it.

No more!

With Tristan's host of immuno-suppressed issues have come a series of generalized allergic reactions. Last summer, he broke out into really nasty hives several times. So I got out the fly sheet I had bought on a whim almost 9 years ago because it was on clearance, and he wore it a few times when he seemed particularly bad.

This summer, we thought, well, we'll get out ahead of it! He'll just be one of those horses who wears a fly sheet all summer!



Yeah, you can see where this is going, right?



It's not sensitive, did not open up in any way, etc., but damn it all. Next year, new fly sheet.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

House Post: Radiators Part Two

Previously, on part one: I sent two of my old steam radiators out to get sandblasted.

They came back, of course, two days before we had to leave for the wedding. I had dire warnings from everyone not to let them sit around - to get them painted ASAP, since they were cast iron and would rust immediately. Of course, it was damp and rainy outside. Sigh.

So I drove the truck the whole half-mile to the sandblaster and picked them up and got a few more pictures of the place at the same time. Typically, they sandblast tombstones. (The city we moved to bills itself as the "granite center of the world" and has several major quarries and dozens of granite sheds for all manner of granite products.)




Total price for sandblasting two radiators? $70. BARGAIN.

I fell in love with them immediately, oohing and aahing over the pretty bare metal that had been revealed. SO much better than the bland paint. The guy who did them said they should be much more efficient now, without the heat having to work through all that paint to get to the surface.


Of course, it was drizzly. And they had to get painted that night. So...on went the respirator and googles, open went all the windows in the weird back room, and then I put a fan in the window for the rest of the night to get the fumes out. It was not my best decision ever, I admit this. There is a fine silvery mist over many things in that room now and the chemical smell was unbearable for the rest of the night. It's a room that will be gutted this winter, so that's not a crisis, but still, dumb move.


Not a huge difference post-painting from the bare metal, which is a-okay by me! A bit lighter, a bit shinier. I used about 2.5 cans of spray paint. I'm not sure whether I could have used less or whether I needed more. I tried to get coverage without too much thickness.


The paint in question: Rustoleum's High Heat Enamel in Silver. It goes up to 2,000 degrees Fahrenheit, and is meant for grills and fireplaces. Hopefully the radiators will never get anywhere near that...


Siiiiiiigh.


And finally, the reinstall: drumroll please.



Remember what it looked like before?




SO MUCH BETTER.

This was a bigger investment in time and muscle than it was in money. Moving these things was a complete pain in the ass, even once I invested in some moving straps to get them back in place. The straps made a tremendous difference, but it still sucked an awful lot. Especially the stairs.

Total cost was about $85, between the sandblasting and the paint. I also had to buy some thread sealant for $10, but it is a container that should last through all the rest of the radiators. I already had plumber's tape on hand. The moving straps were $20 but we will use them for nearly everything we haul from now on, so their investment for this project is minimal.

Worth every penny. I am so besotted with them. I don't want to say I can't wait for heating season, because wow am I not looking forward to those bills, but still, siiiiiiiiiigh. <3

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Weekly Blog Roundup

Epic catch up blog roundup...ready?

2pointober from Viva Carlos
SO IT BEGINS.

German Warmblood Registries from Not-So-Speedy Dressage
Well-explained and useful overview!

Continuing to teach an old dog new tricks from Boots and Saddles
Living the dream. I would love to drive someday.

Cantering Through Cancer from Pony Express
Legitimately inspirational.

At the Barn = In the Office from Fly on Over
Yessssss. One of my biggest challenges, too.

Our Fire Evac Plans from To Teach a Mustang
Candid, thoughtful, and thorough review of a fire evacuation plan. The kind of thing you really, really need and hopefully never use.

Polos, Boots, and Leg Protection from Sprinkler Bandit
Food for thought; also contains the best explanation I have yet read or heard for using leg protection as a daily routine.

What to expect on a green horse's first cross country school from Eventing Connect
Logical and thorough overview. Useful read.

A Tale of a big, bad bean and heatstroke from Equinpilot
Things I never knew about cleaning a gelding's sheath!

The reality of owning a horse trailer from Poor Woman Showing
100000% the truth.

Big Moves from Equestrian at Hart
Do you have advice on moving a horse across several states? Share it with Hillary!

Conditioning Work from Hand Gallop
Always, always on my mind.

The Rider Adapts: Top 5 Skin Care Essentials from Bay With Chrome
SUPER useful, especially for those of us whose skin dries out like crazy in the winter.

The Art of Mending Burnt Bridges from The Legal Equestrian
Possibly the #1 constant in the horse world. (Maybe behind spending way more money than you wanted.)

How to take the perfect conformation picture from Poor Woman Showing
Funny AND helpful!

Event Recap: Groton House Fall Classic from The Maggie Memoirs
I love a good show recap, and I love Groton House.

How to make electrolyte horse treats from DIY Horse Ownership
OOOOOOOOO.

Friday, October 2, 2015

The Agony and the Ecstasy of 2pointober

I finally dd t. I signed up for 2pointober, the annual two point challenge. I've wanted to each year it's been held, but always missed the boat for some reason. No longer!


I try to incorporate at least a half a lap of two point into each ride, if only to get off Tristan's back while warming up, so I am not quite as pathetic as I could be, but the difference between those short stints and a quality, sustained two point position is vast and cavernous.

So last night I set out to get my baseline, which was fraught with all sorts of problems.

First problem: I haven't ridden in my jump saddle in at least a year. Sonofabitch, ow, said my knees and my ass. Short stirrups + hard as a rock old Passier = some adjustment necessary.

I do love it, though.


Second problem: My really poor grasp of keeping my horse forward. We started no fewer than three times and he would drop to the walk, then halt, and then when I applied crop he would lurch forward into a hand gallop, flail sideways, get pissed off, flip his head around, and inevitably the weakness of my position would be revealed, ie, I would flop around like a beached fish in a way that could not conceivably be counted toward baseline.

Here, have last night's pretty sunset to distract you from my suck.

Corollary to problem #2, a result of the aforementioned lack of quality in my position: I can't keep my damn leg on in two point.

Third problem: Timing. During the above-described flopping around, I dropped my iPhone. Twice. Ugh.

After all of that, I FINALLY got a baseline.

So here is my officially declared baseline for 2pointober 2015: 47 seconds.

BRING IT ON.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Spa Day Lite

I have been trying to give my horse a bath allllll summer. I kept trying to line up that ever-elusive free time + good weather + energy & willingness equation, and it never worked.

Yeah, you read that right. I have not bathed my horse all summer. I am the worst.

I have scrubbed off some canon crud, and cleaned his sheath. I've diligently detangled his mane and tail when they got really bad. But...no bath at all.

I hoped to do it this past Monday, but our temps are officially into fall. Unless we get a whopper of an indian summer in the next few weeks, it's just not going to happen.

On the other hand, my horse looks like a ragamuffin. Good grief.


Not even a hint at a bridle path. Sigh.

So instead of giving him a bath, I finally decided to do at least a small something: reclaim his bridle path.


Apparently I did a really, really good job getting him used to the clippers last year when I did a bib clip for the first time, because as soon as I turned them on he started mugging me for treats. GOOD PONY!


Ahhhhhhh, much better. I chose to make it a little more narrow this time around; the last few I've been less than thrilled with the wide swath that I took.