Idea Request Accompanied by Barrel-Scraping Noises
(My end-of-the-month, state-of-the-blog post comes early, for reasons that will become apparent. Previous commentary on blogging listed here.)
You know when you go to serve a horse’s meal and your scoop picks up half a load before hitting the bottom of the feed bag? You still have several days – or weeks of Rodney’s – worth of feed but the bag is getting low and it’s time to organize a trip to the feed store.
It’s like that.
I’m still yapping away. I can smell 1000 posts over the horizon in mid-October. That is an arbitrary but round & shiny number to pursue. OTOH, there have been several occasions lately where I says to myself, ‘What on earth will I write about?’
That’s where you come in.
Over at Wait But Why, the blogger has gone to five countries and reported back. It would be cool to have a new, ongoing project both to do and to write about. I’m not about to fly to Japan to scope out yabusame, but there’s no reason I can’t do participant/observation closer to home.
Saddle seat shows are still on the schedule, along with the attendant Reports & Tweets. Also weekly lessons. I’ve already made the obvious observations. I am pondering more elaborate theories about saddle seat vs dressage and about equitation, but I need more data to see if the theories are anything more than my fevered imaginings.
I have a few activities up my sleeve, one in August, one in October. Each will be good for a post or three.
Rodney continues to make daily progress without solidifying any long-term gains. A fascinating trick, if frustrating.
We are not mentioning horse shopping. Move along. Nothing to see here.
I could always use more cat pictures. Because my cats are cute and 10 squillion Internet cat pictures can’t be wrong.
More photos in general.
More … what?
I most definitely want to keep blogging every day. The island of inactivity is not a good place for me. I end up “exceeding my daily allotment of Cokes and making gratuitous Pepperidge Farm Milano cookie runs.” [Baaaak] I’m in the car. I want to go for a drive. I’m blanking on a destination.
Any ideas? No suggestion too outlandish, too expensive, or too cumbersome. The most outrageous idea might spark an slightly more doable option. Go wild. Leave a comment, or email Katherine (waves hi) at firstname.lastname@example.org.