Holding your horses is an art ... a technique that I do not excel at. I had lots of practice back in the old days and probably did very well for a 6 year old when it came to waiting on everyone else to saddle up and GET up. If you didn't, someone would be left on the ground with a big bump on their head because their horse took off before they had a seat.
I learned rather quickly to handle my horse and hang on because there was no sympathy if you fell off. Two of my cousins weren't so lucky, and fell to screaming laughter as they almost hit the mail box on the way down the road. There were no wimps allowed ... and no adults in sight.
I don't know what happened, but my holding skills have vanished, as evidenced by the ugly confrontation with my doctor's office, who for six months SWEARS they sent the orders over to the Imaging Center, while the Imaging Center SWEARS they never got a thing.
Add to that the fact that they insisted ... in fact DEMANDED I wear a mask in their waiting room or I would be removed, didn't help the situation at all. As you know, I'm pretty stubborn. I said if everyone else was wearing a mask, they would be fine, right? The young man sitting there said .... well yes ... which prompted terribly ugly looks and a "shut up" from the girl.
The manager was of course in a "meeting", but at last called me back. There is still no resolve to this matter, especially since now I will be in Arizona for another three months. Big sigh!!
Back home, Jonathan was not holding his horses, but his perch. Since I will be in the rig so long this time, I figured I should give him a bigger house.