Work: PM1 heat session/EVE grooming scheduled.
Report: lots of yawns. While I am all for happy horse, I wish there was a way other than hindsight to tell if this quantity of mouth motion meant permanent progress or just temporary satisfaction.
Ramblings for the day: started off by reading a moving description of the loss a horse, The Grasshopper, and spent the day in gloomy, weepy mood. Mind you, I have never met Hopper or his rider. The story made me realize how much I still miss Previous Horse. Okay, he was a cranky, opinionated PIA. You get no argument from me. He never loved me about all else, as Hopper apparently did. Caesar only ever loved Caesar. He cared not a whit if I fell off. But I totally trusted his athletic ability. If I could stay over the top, he would get us out of whatever hairy mess I tossed us into. Provided he deigned to go near said hairy mess in the first place.
It’s been a 2 years 9 months and I still choked up as I wrote a sympathy message on the post. Can’t swear to being dry-eyed as I type this either. Yet, Caesar’s passing was in the fullness of time. He was well into a happy retirement when he passed away suddenly and, as far as we could tell, painlessly. If I was an enlightened sort, I might be able to accept this as the circle of life.
The point? I have no point. I want my horse back.