Wednesday's Words on a Friday

 

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along to read it and add a few encouraging words.

This month the words/prompts are supplied by ME  and can be found right here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. thundering hooves 

2. shuffled 

3. velvet 

4. appropriate 

5. comforting 

6. returned 

and/or: 

1. milkshakes 

2. hat 

3. green 

4. knitting 

5. drawn 

6. choice 

Here is my story: 

I'd patted the velvet nose of Tom's horse and he seemed to like me, so I allowed Tom to help me up into the saddle. I had worn the appropriate clothing, jeans and boots, a far cry from my usual frilly stuff, even a hat which more resembled a helmet, but Tom had said to wear it, so here I was, about to take my first ever ride on a real horse. 

"Wiggle your bottom a bit to get comfortable in that saddle," Tom said, so I did, but the horse took that as my signal to go, and off he went! I bounced uncomfortably for about a minute, then somehow managed to fall off. Feeling decidedly green and shook up, (now I know what milkshakes feel like when the machine is churning them), I lay still, listening to the thundering hooves of Devil as he took off across the field. 

Tom ran to help me up, putting a comforting arm around my shoulders as we shuffled slowly back to the stables. I returned his helmet hat, declared the lesson over and told Tom, "Never again! This is definitely not for me. I'll stick to my baking and knitting, I'll even knit you a jumper in the colour of your choice, just promise me I'll never have to try this again." 

"I see you've drawn the line very firmly here," said Tom, "and that's okay with me, at least you gave it a try and that's all I asked."  I made my way back to my kitchen, where I was once again on very familiar ground, washed my hands and began the day's baking. From now on, patting Devil's nose was as much as I would do where horses are concerned. I made plans to start a vegetable patch instead, with a few fruit trees along the western side to protect it from the harsh afternoon sun.


Comments

  1. Blogger ate my first comment so I am trying again. Perhaps later she will change her mind - if there is a more gentle horse than Devil in the stables perhaps. I suspect she wont though and will stick to what she knows best. I really like the milkshake analogy. Some falls do feel like that.

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    1. Elephant's Child; if she is like me she will never ride again. I remember feeling just like that when I fell off a horse.

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  2. Milkshakes, LOL, you had me laughing here!
    (Alexander, I was the shake)
    I once knitted a jumper with horses in it - I was the most boring 14-year-old.

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    1. Iris Flavia; that's how I felt when I fell off. I have knitted plain jumpers, but never any with pictures on them.

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    2. Guess how I broke my arm (none of the two - a horse that jumped due to a... chicken running in - that´s irony).

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  3. "What milkshakes feel" is an apt description. I hope she tries again and likes it.

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    1. Charlotte; I have the feeling she won't, she's a housekeeper type, happier cooking and cleaning.

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  4. You had me at "wiggle your bottom"

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    1. Linda Sue; ha ha, I used to do that to get comfortable on my bicycle seat. Then I got a better, wider, seat.

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  5. As soon as I read "wiggle your bottom" I knew this would not end well. Sometimes it is best to stick with what we know how to do. Clever use of milkshakes.

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    1. Arkansas Patti; thank you, it usually is better to stick with what we know and like.

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  6. Some people love to ride, and some do not, and that's okay. It's the differences that make the world interesting, Tom can ride and then come in and eat something good she baked.

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    1. messymimi; exactly right, not everyone needs to be riding, some of us have to clean the house and cook.

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  7. Very brave of you to get on a horse. What an experience.

    God bless.

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    1. Victor SE Moubarak; it was many years ago when I was a teenager, but I still remember the shook up feeling.

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  8. Hope she changes her mind, horse riding is ever so good.
    Nice story R.

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    1. Margaret D; horse riding isn't for everyone. It does look like fun though, galloping across the fields in movies.

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  9. It took me a long time to get back on a horse when another horse came up next to me and was biting at my blue jeans. Horses are beautiful but definitely deserve respect. Some of them are huge!

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    1. MMM; it's been over 50 years and I still have never got back on a horse. They are beautiful though.

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  10. I'm pretty sure my first ride on a horse would have been delayed when I found out his name was Devil. I'd hold out for a horse named Sweet Fluffy Kitten. Bravo for giving it try, though. She's braver than me, and most certainly a better baker.

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    1. Val; any horse named Sweet Fluffy Kitten would have to be a cute little miniature I think :)

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