I have conversations in my head. This should not come as a surprise.
When Rodney (then Roscoe [Square One]) arrived, I had no trouble mentally keeping his name separate from that of Previous Horse. After a few years, the psychological weight started to balance out. Caesar, i.e. Previous Horse, had been with us for 20 years, but is no longer around [Warning]. Rodney has been here a shorter time, but is right in front of us. When I carry on an internal dialogue, half the time my brain throws up Caesar when I mean Rodney.
A few days ago, I was looking at – okay, admiring – my displays of horse show ribbons [RibbonFest]. On one wall of my office are the saddle seat ribbons from 2013. Nice rack. Over the window on another wall, a handful from 2014. Not as exciting, but I have hopes for the rest of the year. On a third wall are the career results from Rodney, um, Caesar.
That’s a first.
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