I’ve shown you lots of pretty pictures lately and haven’t angsted at you for a while. Time to remedy that.
While I was out of town, Hubby took Rodney for a spin on the lunge line. He – the horse, not the hubby – farted and fussed as you would expect from a horse used to a life of leisure. However, Hubby thought Rodney’s back was much softer. He didn’t have faith in all the woo-woo things I had been doing, but now he had to admit they were having an effect. There were even brief glimpses when Rodney was relaxed and possibly willing to listen. Time to go back to work.
I should be excited.
My reluctance could be a protection from further disappointment. A natural enough response but it feels more than that. If Rodney became a reformed character overnight all I can see are an endless slog of tack fittings, 20-meter circles, and crossrails w/o stirrups. All so I can get up at o-dark-silly to tangle his mane into knots, cart him off to a dustbowl of a showgrounds, and show until I’m so hot my brain melts. It feels as if I am contemplating a dive into a vast sea of pointlessness.
When I have time after our busy show season, I will reread this and & wonder what all the stewing was about. However, one of the aims of a daily blog is to record what one is feeling moment to moment. What I’m feeling at the moment is weary.
Gratuitous Kitten Picture
Broom or cat toy? You decide.